

Now they dress it up with fake farm and deli names. “Creamfields”, “Hearty Food Co”, “Boswell Farms”. I am not fooled!
Go on go on go on go on go on
Now they dress it up with fake farm and deli names. “Creamfields”, “Hearty Food Co”, “Boswell Farms”. I am not fooled!
A Spanish friend showed me a group photo from her work, about 30 people, and said “See if you can pick out the one American.” I did, really quickly. Because all the Spanish people had similar dark eyebrows. The American had pale, indistinct eyebrows.
Headline: “Dirigible downed at sea”.
Onlooker: “Hm, 20 dead and 15 missing.”
I don’t think they had passenger dirigibles in the 1950s, they were phased out earlier. They crashed and burned too much.
That was my thought. I’ve never tried ketamine, but watching this clown dance through crises that would destroy a normal person makes me tempted to experiment.
Oh yes, the clever young woman points out a few things, eg the plot is VERY similar to a much earlier story, where the girl is 17, not 13. And Romeo’s age is never mentioned. “Bit weird isn’t it, Mr Shakespeare?”
Oh yes, the clever young woman points out a few things, eg the plot is VERY similar to a much earlier story, where the girl is 17, not 13. And Romeo’s age is never mentioned. “Bit weird isn’t it, Mr Shakespeare?”
Turn your phone horizontal.
Smoke breaks figure is ludicrously high. Come on Brian, we all know it doesn’t take 20 minutes to smoke a cigarette!
I burned all my old diaries too. Thirty years of whining! It felt very refreshing.
My friends know not to ask me about bees. Ten-minute illustrated lecture guaranteed.
Famn, PugJesus beat me to it. I love you Pug!
I had a good laugh standing on top of the Arc de Triomphe watching four/five/six 🤷 chaotic lanes of traffic swirl around it. And then a gendarme turned up and started pulling people over for no apparent reason - it was wild.
Video from some Czech tourists: https://youtu.be/-2RCPpdmSVg
Wellington has had a heated property market longer than most places - it’s hilly for a start, so can’t just sprawl like Auckland, and it’s the capital, so a lot of well-heeled bureaucrats who don’t want to commute from the hinterlands. I don’t live there any more, so I don’t know what the rental market is like now.
No worries - life is always a struggle for some, no matter where in the world you are.
Way to make me feel like a bloody dinosaur!! 😂
My flat cost £43k in the early 90s, nearly three times my annual income at the time, and all my savings went on the deposit. I had previously lived in a shared house, the only way I could afford to save anything.
More nostalgia… Looking for a 1br flat to rent in 1980s Wellington (NZ) was a trip. Demand far, far outstripped supply. Among the gems offered to me for top rental (can’t remember how much, but it was crazily high), was a place that stank of damp and had rat-holes chewed in the bathroom wall - which was just soggy softboard against a dirt bank. There were three couples viewing at the same time. Another place I was told was fresh to the market, no-one else had seen it yet. The stove had been dismantled and the toilet was piled high with human shit. When I shouted at the agent she said, You don’t want it then?" and hung up.
I eventually lucked in with a “granny flat” whose owners, an adorable elderly Polish couple, lived upstairs.
And if they’re still alive come autumn, their sisters kick them out of the hive. No freeloaders! (I’ve seen this happen, it’s quite brutal. The drone is struggling to get back inside into the warm, but the workers just shove him out.)