Set your cruise control for 20 mph, sit back, set your seat to ‘massage’ if you have that luxury, close your eyes, and enjoy the ride.
Look, you get born, you keep your head down, and then you die. If you’re lucky.
#fedi22
Set your cruise control for 20 mph, sit back, set your seat to ‘massage’ if you have that luxury, close your eyes, and enjoy the ride.
What?
It’s casualuk’s time to shine!
FInancially it’s a complete no brainer:
Fines issued to each parent have gone up from £60 to £80 per child which will be doubled if it happens again within three years. Those with a third fine in a three-year period now face prosecution.
So every second year spend £160 per child you’ve got but save potentially thousands of pounds on out-of-season holidays.
Hmmm. I think Liz Truss is a useless conglomeration of pus and mucus as much as the next chap, but ‘considered cutting’ doesn’t seem like that much of a crime to me. Not compared to ‘utterly fucked the economy and brought financial stress and ruin to millions of UK citizens’.
We just got back home. We set off a bit after 09:00, got to Sheffield just after 12:00, had our fishcake butties, drove around some of my old student haunts, drove out to Ladybower Reservoir so my daughter could see a little of how beautiful the peak district is, then bombed home.
Her verdict on a 6 hour round trip to eat a fishcake butty: “Worth it.”
My advice: go lots of salt and vinegar. Then add some more vinegar.
It does if it’s going to end up in any other kind of fishcake!
And yet, here am I, contemplating a 280 mile round trip tomorrow to initiate my daughter into the utter delight that is a Sheffield fishcake butty. If you know, you know. Sheffield fishcakes make other fishcake weep at their inadequacy.
No, but they were:
Strategic bombing of a civilian population
For me it’s not about the actual temperature it’s about the dependability of the weather.
When I was a kid, cough-cough years ago, summer was weeks of decent weather. It might not have had the temperature extremes we’re seeing now but it was warm and sunny for weeks. Glorious, long weeks.
Now it feels like you can’t even plan a barbecue because it might be nice or it might be absolutely shitting down with rain.
The most successful besiegers were probably the Romans. It wasn’t so much the act of laying siege that caused cities to surrender, it was the utter, uncompromising determination of the Romans to see the siege through to the end, and the atrocities they would commit on the surrendering population that made them so successful. Surrender immediately and you don’t get enslaved or butchered… hold out and things will go very, very badly.
I don’t recall all the details but there was one siege in western Europe where the mayor of the town declared ‘you won’t take us: we have supplies for four years in our store houses’ to which the Roman commander replied ‘then we’ll take you on the fifth year.’
Or take Masada, a supposedly impregnable fortress built on a mountaintop. First the Romans built walls all the way around it, both to contain the Jewish ‘rebels’ but also to protect the Roman siegeworks from any potential rescue force. Then they just built a ramp. A massive, massive ramp, that reached all the way up to the fortress walls (which weren’t that strong because who builds a strong wall when your fortress is perched on top of a mountain?). Then they wheeled up some siege engines, smashed their way through the walls and discovered most of the inhabitants had commited suicide rather than face capture.
Strategic bombing of a civilian population has only ever hardened that population’s resolve.
Are you including Hiroshima and Nagasaki in that?
So he just innocently went into town to get a takeaway wearing an ill-fitting St George’s cross t-shirt?
What a spot of luck for him!
Coming over here taking our benefits/jobs/culture/white women/supermarket trolleys/cheese/ovengloves/starring roles on reality TV shows/CEO jobs/benefits again/something/something/hosepipe bans/onshore wind farms/badgers/NHS waiting lists/bah!/bah bah bah!
What a silly bunt.
Nice one. As always.
Ooh, he’s got him there, it rhymes!
Tell me you’re a bigger shite than any sassenach without telling me you’re a bigger shite than any sassenach.