Sure, tell that to my local supermarket and their peppers individually wrapped in non-recyclable plastic.

Coincidence that it’s also the day he got completely trashed by the Scottish public and snuck out the backdoor from his meeting with Nicola Sturgeon? And he dropped the investigation into the MP who grabbed a woman by the throat?

The only thing I’m enjoying about Boris Trump (accidental but it stays) is how much Scotland hates him.

Yes, agreed, I frequently feel shame about *checks notes* my great-grandmother who was sent to the cotton mills at age 9. This is the only fair outcome.

It would be some sort of poetic justice, sure, if the people who were going to be seriously fucked by Brexit were the disaster-capitalist and landed-gentry types who have historically been responsible for that kinda stuff. However as always, it’s the ordinary people who will suffer.

My fear: MPs can’t block the no-deal Brexit hurtling ever towards us in October if parliament is not in session, which would be the case if he times a general election right.

I watched the final in an Aussie pub in the Netherlands with my Kiwi friends and it was one of the best sporting experiences in my life! I love crickets to bits (going to my first Ashes test this summer) but it is so frustrating being a fan and watching the ECB piss away the legacy. I read a bonkers article about how…

I lost my burner a few weeks ago and couldn’t be bothered to create a new one, but now that I have just came to say that I am still Bruce’s no. 1 fan- I carried on checking out SNS each week and enjoying your kitty posts and now I’ve got my boyfriend into the fan club too. So thanks for the dedicated weekly posts!!

The surgeon who removed the tumour on my mum’s tongue was called Dr T. Ong

Nope he’s already started feeding the line that it’s Brussels’ fault if there’s no deal. The plan k to further demonize the EU when it all goes tits up.

I always find it really gross to speculate/discuss how close to death someone is just because they’re old. That she even responds to these questions shows how much grace she has.

I know. I don’t know why any of them admitted this to us. They’d do it at sleepovers apparently. All us girls would do would watch rom-coms, OD on sugar and then all fall out with each other over petty shit and have to be separated.

There was another one as well that involved doing something weird to their ballsacks through the zipper of their trousers and making other boys look at it.

Actually it was a comprehensive on a council estate in the 2000s! 

When I was at school there was this game the boys played (so they claimed) called soggy biscuit: they would surround a biscuit (or cookie/cracker as you Americans call them) and jerk off. The last person to finish would be the loser and would have to eat the eponymous soggy biscuit.