It’s a banger in fairness. Reminds me of:

Classic

was this cropped by David Blunkett?

“why can’t we get a mortgage?”

“Well I bought a hot dog on a payment plan for a laugh, and I defaulted on a 38 cent payment”

“oh no”

Brooks be spinning in his grave so fast, you could wire him up to a dynamo and power a small African country

I hear you, the issue for me is that a third of your country people voted for the cunt, another third didn’t care enough not to vote against the cunt, which leaves a large majority of Americans complicit in this - enough in my view to effectively use the term as a blanket reference to most people in the country.

Speaking on a more granular level, I wish you well and the best of luck - but the majority of your population can go fuck themselves.

Go somewhere public and call a girl a chick, see what happens 😂

Seriously though, it’s not the word that’s the issue, it’s the labelling of someone based on their gender. I can’t speak for the bottom line as I don’t appear to be a woman, but I’d start getting fucked off if a generic term was used to address me when I had a perfectly good name.

In the UK, an equivalent is “bird”. Equally likely to get you booted in the balls.

My other half’s mam fuckin’ loves Candy Crush, plays it most (if not every) night, maybe clears a level or two.

What really makes me smile is that whenever she drops a bollock and effectively renders a grid unwinnable, she’ll take the L and come back tomorrow. Fuck the MTX and fuck the extra time/re-rolls/level skips; she just goes back the following day and tries again.

Mad respect, if nothing else than to be the marginal player base that fucks with the “line goes up” metric.

actually one of their banger songs, fair play.

Yes. As always though, context is key.

I tend to look at it as a see-saw. Run-of-the-mill kindness and general acts good nature sit near the fulcrum of one end of the seesaw. Similarly, a single or very few acts of genuine heroism and selflessness sit right at the far end of the “good” end of the seesaw, providing as much effort the lean towards the “good egg” character trait than the dozens of daily acts.

On the other end of the see-saw, being a general cunt sits near the fulcrum of the “bad” end for me, genuine malicious acts of emotional daaaamage or shithousery sit in the middle, with outright rape; murder; Nickelback fan club membership; and noncery sit at the far end.

So yes, on balance, if someone is habitually a good spud on the daily but happened to get a bit frisky with someone other than their monogamous partner once, I’d still say overall they were a good person but with shit judgement.

Equally, someone like Jimmy Saville or raised millions of pounds for British charities with his fame and stardom appeared to be a stand up guy, but the covert fiddling offsets that almost instantly.

A crude metaphor, but it works for me.

“so is it clearer with lens one…”

“…or with lens two?”

Academic year is largely done, so I’m looking forward to three months of kicking the arse out of my gaming to-play list; getting out running more; and spending time with the family.

For the second three months, I’m looking forward to enjoying the study and achieving good grades, before it fades away into another nine month slog and the pass mark becomes the target and not the minimum 😂

Ah yes, a fellow person who hates disposable income too!

Congrats!

The only minor problem with debit or charge cards in Europe is that the initial preauthorisation amount is actually debited from your account - so if the preauth is £15 or £30 or £40 - regardless of whether you put £1.50 of juice in or £14.99, the £15 is debited until the transaction finalises and the remainder is refunded a few days later.

As much as I like using contactless payment to avoid using an app or an RFID or NFC card, I do have more problems with failed attempts to charge using a bank card.

Using the ChargePlace Scotland card to tap in seems to work way more consistently for whatever reason, across that network.

edit: or get a Type 2 charger in the house, or a granny charger at worst.

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I suppose everyone has their own preferences. If people reaaaally want to wear their Death Run 69420miler UltraPersistence shirt to a two-lap-round-the-village local 5k race then go wild I guess, ain’t nothing stopping you, just feels a bit tone deaf to me.

As for wearing running shirts, I guess it depends. I have a few plain Brooks or New Balance shirts that I just enjoy wearing on warm days, or even a Disneyland Paris wicking shirt that’s just quite comfortable.

That said, I personally purposefully don’t wear any of my “achievement” finisher shirts, I just hang them up above my gym mats in my garage - perhaps as a source of inspiration.

Having a “favourite” running gear is awesome though. I’ve got a couple of shirts and pairs of shirts myself and it’s awesome having a set of gear that just works when you’re out on tarmac.

Yeah absolutely, you’re on to something there friend!

One of my verrrry minor bugbears is people who show up to 3k or 5k fun runs wearing gear promoting events well above the event’s level.

Like “okay dude, that’s a nice Antarctica Marathon t-shirt but it’s not going to make you look cooler in the Buttfucknowheresville Gala 5k”, or “settle down Mrs London Marathon windbreaker over your Kona Ironman tech tee, you’re going up against someone with a cotton T-shirt from Asda and thick shorts that are going to build up enough charge to power a small African country”.

Big respect to the effort they put in to earn the gear, but who are they honestly trying to impress?

A colleague of mine used to work quite high up in UK Government, achieved all she wanted to, and came to our team. Absolute golden woman, genuinely lovely. She was from Glasgow originally but spent most of her time in London, poor soul.

When she was in “professional mode” - she had a voice that I could fall in love with. A beautifully smooth tone and a lovely rhythm, confident but gentle, in a nice heart of England accent.

As soon as she came out of a meeting or put the phone down though, she threw the voice out of the window and it was “fuck off you pure cunt” or “get tae fuck you fuckin roaster” or “no mate you can pure fuck all of the way off” in the thickest, harshest of Glaswegian tones.

Absolute gem. No ego, you knew where you stood, and it was highly entertaining.

For the modern effect, get a foldable or clamshell phone and flick it closed with some major sass.

It’s the best thing about having a foldable.

Ah nice one cheers friend!