A Kat, a mouse, a tiny house and nothing much to eat. Deeply suspicious of ducks Glasgow, Scotland. Mastodon , Peertube
This wasn't even a one off. This guys video channel was just him waiting for this to happen and it happened very frequently. I do remember seeing several where the police weren't really that supportive (probably as, though it made a point it was basically planned confrontation for video views).
I doubt he really cares. Bruises his ego but then he sees his own "reality". The tragic thing is obviously the damage he has done to the country. The interesting aspect will be to now watch those who still defend him.
Seen similar locally. Went in a B&M and the Xmas aisle dwarfs the Halloween aisle. It used to be little Xmas stuff until after firework night (November 5th).
It's a funny old world but I'm not always laughing.
To me any war on homeland soil would mostly mean crippling infrastructure via hacking & inciting unrest. Worst case scenario a strategic nuclear or emp strike on military sites though by that stage we're clearly in a very worrying place.
Good luck with your test. Took my third tries. By the third attempt I was used to the drill and went in assuming I'd fail again but it took the nerves away and passed (in truth I think I'd finally got some road sense) .
Ha. Thanks. Navigating those delicate variations in the shared English language (lollies for sweets, chips for crisps and yet chips are chips. I'll never get that). Oddly my OH says pasta as in parstar compared to my pasta as in..er..Rasta. Language eh.Don't get me started on Yoghurt as in Yowghurt.
In opposition Labour talked about replacing council tax with a charge with would be 0.5% of the value of the property you lived in which would halve our bill but obviously mostly increase the bills for much property in London and the south east.
Can't see them being in office long enough to even implement it.
Blimey. Garibaldi's. Much beloved by my Gran when I was young. Used to call the fly s*** biscuits. Lived in Australia for a while and often miss Anzac biscuits. Tesco sold them here for a while but we just make them out of necessity.
Our music teacher (whose name was Tom Jones. If only that Tom Jones) would deal with disruptive pupils in a class by hurling the wooden blackboard eraser at a pulls head where it would hit them directly on the forehead. He was a supreme marksman. Saw a kid lose consciousness from the impact one. Wham! And suddenly there's was just a cloud of chalk where a kid once sat. This man was also in the Salvation army (clearly attack division)
Admitedly as a rebrand it probably fails because it still has Luton in it (and I say that as somebody born there). We should've embraced the stereotype and named it Lorraine Chase airport when we had the chance.
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