Emma Hayes is everything a co-commentator should be. Knows her players (and stats) and insightful commentary about what’s happening on the pitch, simply explained. So much better than those ex-pros stating the bloody obvious.
All that queuing and then someone jabs a needle in your arm! What is the world coming to.
I’m beginning to think the idea of responsibility has become very disconnected from the concept of consequences in this country…
I am restarting my campaign for an office cat. We could call it Engey.
So we leave the EU. Abandon the greatest peacetime project of all; the thing that stated that whatever our differences we recognise that deep down we are, after all, the same people. Instead of reaching out, we abandon and look away, because those in power see some advantage to themselves so lead the sheep there. We remove our voice in some paradoxical promise that we will find more ears.
Well fuck Brexit and its small minded, enclosed proponents.
I am of Earth, humanity, European, British, English, Geordie. I hope one day I will be in a society that fully reflects that.
Why do we call it a “bathroom” when the bath is the probably the least used fitting in there?
I’ve reached the conclusion I consistently over estimate the intelligence of the general population
Openreach, the communications firm who actually have all the telephone network and aren’t quite BT are “Sorry for the long wait” and “Will answer my call as soon as possible”. I know this because they tell me every 20 seconds. For the ten minutes I’ve waited so far…again…
Adulting: Ordering pizza because you realise every plate and dish needs washing and pizza doesn’t need plates, or cultery
Coming off the Jubilee Line at London Bridge, a fellow traveller stepped onto the (fairly long) escalator. He then turned round and sat down, his seat slowly rising. Did it again on the next flight. Can’t work out if he’s a genius or psycho!