Liz

This entire thread is extraordinary.

Mad Max - Beyond Thunderdome.

AI could never etc. This is great!

Any fruit of any kind enmeshed in any sort of baked good. Fruit is fine, but get the fuck out of my muffin, my toast, or my scone. Textural Hell.

When i was going through my ILR, I set a pub quiz using entirely the LITUK practice questions. The only teams that did well were ones with other immigrants on them.

In case anyone was wondering if Tom Waits still sounds like, well, Tom Waits, this is fucking angry. youtu.be/L-57FrioeuE?...

Starving, hysterical, naked.

Used to have a pub near the Science Park in Cambridge. Not only is this absolutely true, but i reckon I could narrow it down to a shortlist of notable likely culprits.

Did you know, if your dog shits in the vicinity of a nationally recognised neolithic scheduled monument, you can just flick it into a shrubbery and it will be gone in a couple of days? Or, and hear me out here: carry it away with you.

If the state of these times is feeling leaving you a little harrowed, might I suggest a bimble with the ancestors?

Archaeologists are rarely baffled

There are hundreds of things, small and unimportant things every day, that even in all this *gesticulates wildly*, bring me joy. Banal, silly, loving, endearing, angry, cathartic, SUBLIME... Almost none of which will be saved by a bunker at the end of the world. I'll take my chances.

'Warfighters' sounds like some sort of alliterative kenning...

As a fairly freshly minted dual national I undertook, For Science, a series of blind tests comparing Tim Tams and Penguins. 8 and a half choc coated sandwich biscuits and 2/3 a mug of tea in about 10 minutes at tea break, is precisely how much it takes to write off the remainder of the working day.

BBC News - www.bbc.co.uk/news/live/c7...

Are they...potatoes...?

Both of of my Grandmas were Daphne. One of them we think was technically called Evelyn but went by Daphne - all her sisters went by flower names. The other loved planes as a child [1920s] and was universally known as Vimy for 77 of her 80 odd years She went by the Name. Of. A. Plane.

Petition to make all Reform MPs and wannabes to not only take the Life in the UK test, but PASS the life in the UK test. Arguably, since they believe themselves to be the apotheosis of Britishness they should be fine to do this with no notes.

Would it be churlish to point out that, strictly speaking, the first European boats to land in the Americas sailed *from* Greenland?

Anyone else take themselves off to their favourite city for a few days (Berlin), have an afternoon nap to recover from a morning Berlinning, realise the club you're going to for NYE doesn't open till 10 and give serious thought to going back to sleep? I think I have just middle-aged myself.

I'm not a gambling man, but if I were, I'd put 50p on at least Saddam's was actually (mostly) marble.

If there's something you want to do or go to and no-one wants to do it with you, go on your own. And take yourself out for a nice meal while you're at it. Doll up a bit if you fancy. Take yourself on a date goddammit.

If it wasn't actually happening, I'm not sure the gods themselves could make this up.

I’m fine being old this shit is bonkers

The origins of curry and curry houses as a British food is literally in the Life in the UK test. Y'know, that exam dirty foreigners like me have to take if we want to stay here.

In Australia (at least in NSW) you have to have an annual medical, including an eye test, from 75 onwards. It got my dad to the doctor for the first time in 25 years and has almost certainly saved his life every year since.

Coughs in Gig Guest List.

We've moved into a block of new build flats for work, and no-one in the building quite has the bin routine figured out yet. Because My Brain, I spent almost all of yesterday (blue bin day it turns out) with What Day Is Bins looping through my brain to the tune of What Time Is Love. Help.

I have no experience of AI, I've mostly managed to avoid it this far. But the crux of this rings true: The long journey back from quite profound burnout for me has meant not only discovering this but practising it too. You are your own friend, first.

Sign at the entrance to the cemetery where half my mum's extended family are buried:

When I was in primary school, in a very small rural Australian town, we used to have to do parade marching as part of our school PE sports days. A troop of 11 year old farmer's kids had better form than this.

I have taken myself off for some quiet time in the fens, and this campsite is *utterly* delightful.

Most recently, sold Stanley Tucci a pint at Duxford Air Show and he had to wait while I changed the keg. He was very nice about it.

Archaeologist and (out of practice) human remains specialist here. No, they did not.

The other night I took a late night taxi from the airport & my driver was from Sudan. We got to talking, & he asked what I do - he is a sports journalist who writes about soccer & has been to many World Cups - so I explained what I write...

Dunno about anyone else, but I got offered British Citizenship, AND a ticket to Bruce Springsteen today. Winning? Winning. (And in both instances, about bloody time)

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas vs. Fear and Loathing: on the Campaign Trail '72 mashup. For all his *numerous* flaws, I do sometimes wonder what HST would have made of this.

I am in a field. Attended a very good talk by the author of this book, followed later by an extremely disappointing set by the Sister of Mercy. Currently, Book = 1, Sisters = 0.

Bloke in the pitch behind me has bought a guitar and is playing Wonderwall, I believe unironically, and the festival doesn't start 'till tomorrow and I want to know what the rules are about doing a murder early doors...

In today's 'google AI overview is not to be trusted' (Hint: that's my hand, I am in suffolk today, not Iran).

Roman Salute.

Signed. Forwarded to my colleagues.

This. Also, 'Gamete-Calliper-Weilding Freaks' is superb.

It's literally a question in the Life in The UK test.

One of my colleagues presented me with this gift, found in a charity shop in Saffron Waldon. It is perfection.