AnnaRed
AnnaRed
AnnaRed

That’s what we’ve done with our kids. It’s alright. I’m surprised anyone changes their name when they get married. It’s your name, keep it.

It's not unclear why the badger is angry. The badger is furious about the fact that his UK cousins are being shot by the MAFF because they might (but really they're not) causing TB in cattle.

Viewers in the UK didn't really hear any of the lyrics because they audio muted every other fucking word. The massive twats. Then Madonna fell over and everything went black.

I currently do live in Bristol (the pub they use in Season 5 is my local) as do my Skins-aged kids and you know nobody actually lives like that including the actors that are in it. But then we think NY is all Brownstones and kooky girls tripping down the road in a party dress at 7am. I think you'd be REALLY

They are heroes. I had two home births after one hospital delivery where I think unnecessary interventions were used. I'd swap the pain of unmedicated birth for the repairs to tears etc. and the stress of being made to lie on a bed in one position while your baby struggles out with no help from gravity. It's only

Grew up in Bristol, Catholic so we went big on Harvest Festivals.

I can tell. I have such fond memories of the assemblies with the giant varnished plaited loaf donated by someone's Dad who was a baker. Did everyone have one of those? After we collected all the tins of marrowfat peas and fruit cocktails we were sent to take the boxes around to pensioners and poor people. One

Can we re-title this A Few (materialistic and mental) People in the UK Barge Each Other Slightly to Get £50 off a TV That Will Look Shit and be Unviewable in Their Teenie Tiny New-build Front Room.

Pamela Stephenson Connolly's advice column is much derided by Guardian readers, and everyone thinks the letters are made up. I'm astonished they're still being published.

It's fucking scary and one of the main reasons I had my last baby at home- 2 midwives with you at all times.

I like how this picture illustrates perfectly that to the English aristocracy there is no difference between one's child and one's dog. They are equal.