Without keys or a phone? Maybe he locked himself out by accident and died of exposure? It’s not hard to do, and you don’t often realise until you hear the latch clicking behind you.
Without keys or a phone? Maybe he locked himself out by accident and died of exposure? It’s not hard to do, and you don’t often realise until you hear the latch clicking behind you.
Nope; still the case. Shaved heads on civilians (the Armed Forces are a different matter) tend to be associated with football hooligans and the far right, which are often the same thing.
On the other hand, my much missed ‘05 MINIone (50,000 mi at purchase) cost me almost £2000 over three years in replacement/repair for the gearbox (leaky), battery (flat), exhaust pipe (nearly fell off), tyres (balding), CD changer (dodgy motor) and radiator (holed by a random chunk of gravel). Went like stink when it…
But talking to birds is super useful, especially for an evil corporation. For the price of a few kilos of bird seed you have an all but untraceable spy and courier network (presuming somewhat on the intelligence of birds, though I am 90% certain crows could do all the above).
Welp, you’ve ruined a perfectly good salmon en croute there. Why do rich yanks feel this weird need to play with their food?
Fortunately the British government (read: Civil Service) is used to dealing with loudmouthed morons. We elect a new tranche every fourth or fifth year.
To be fair to the Mormons, all the ones I met at university (UofI) were sane, normal, human beings. Never met a Scientologist who didn’t give me the willies.
My parents (students) and grandparents (a mechanic and a secretary) both had gas boilers by ‘75. Where in the hell were you staying?
Ah, citizen, you will, you will...
Monarchy inducement, lame? That’s the power of ‘I am now Emperor of Earth, fear me!’ how is that lame?
That is one fugly car.
These are basically NHS casts with holes poked in them....
I’m a lifelong citizen; I really don’t.
I see evil is British again...
They should just sell it off to private investors. God knows that’s what they’ve done with everything else of value.
Gay is still a perjotative in the UK, but converstations with my younger co-workers indicate that none of them see sexuality as any more significant than eye colour. This remains something I find deeply confusing.
After last week I am quite capable of believing my people capable of any nasty, self serving, action under the sun.
Neither really; Labour condemned its-self to political irrelevance circa Miliband. They’re basically just a protest vote until the economic shit matches co-ordinates with the fan.
Yes, but drunken weeping is not the way of the ancestors.
Put the kettle on dear, and we can all have a nice cup of tea.