Yeah. Good point. I guess still cannot believe this is real thing. From Obama, not perfect by any means but generally a pretty good president, to a common, orange shyster with a bad weave and a fear of slight inclines.

I was doing a late-night run down to Oxford once. It was the first time I’d drive along this route, so I stuck to the slow lane and just coasted alone at a reasonable pace. There was a big lorry behind me that got really aggravated about this. He flashed his lights. He tailgated. He honked his horn.

...you know the way people say dogs start to look like their owners? It’s not just the orange. It’s the vaguely bloated look, the hair, the dead tooth gap where their soul should be.

Absolutely a good reason not to believe someone :D I’m hoping nothing exciting happens on planes for a while though, cos I am heading over to the US. I keep worrying that Trump is going to see a news show about the Brexit issues over here and ban all Irish people too.

It was domestic :)

And doesn’t it just mean you’re going to be around the person that makes you uncomfortable for longer? Not to mention an entire planeload of people that now hate you a lot.

I was on a 1hr flight to London once, and the woman next to changed her baby.

I think the problem is that the politicians won’t push to make the move to a rehabilitative system, because it would be unpopular with people. But you’re right, as bad as the UK system is the US is worse...just because of the size.

I’m going with just getting rid of the death penalty. It’s expensive, immoral, and doesn’t really seem that good a deterrent.

Remember Brass Eye? I remember Brass Eye. The stars holding forth on the dangers of Cake looked more sensible than this idiots.

My theory is that she was a shit person with a soul, then she signed up with Trump to become his PR Lich and as part of the process the over-cooked piece of KFC* masquerading as a businessman lamprey-mouthed it right out of her. I mean, she was probably going to Hell anyhow, it’s just now they’ve dedicated a level to…

Maybe before she went to work with Trump, she had nails, long, lustrous locks, and a soul.

Those are the nails of a very stressed out woman, it looks like she’s chewed them down to the quick.

To be honest, I think I’d rather be executed by firing squad rather than suffocated to death for agonizing hours.

I feel that is what Trump is going to say when he comes to Birmingham. ‘UK haters! Fake news. Everyone loves me in Britland! Rad!”

Is it weird how strongly I feel about whether or not a sitting head of state should use emoticons/emoji? I feel that the answer is no for at least another 20 years. By which time hieroglyphic communication will be more of a standard, I assume. For now. No. Don’t do it. 

I am Ok with that actually. Either they were racists too, in which case not wasting my sympathies on them overmuch, or they are not and are better off with this whey-faced haemmorroid on the ass of society out of their life’s.

Oh good. Trump’s presidency was starting to make my nightmares apathetic - ‘what can I do,’ my brain asks ruefully, ‘that’s more horrifying than the fact the only thing between us and nuclear devastation is the weakness of Trump’s tiny, button fumbling fingers’ - but this should liven them up horrifically.

I’m torn between which is more off-putting, hitting on me in the gym or hitting on me when I’m waiting for a bus. I am more asocial at the gym, but rictus smile horrifying when someone hits on you in or around public transport. (Someone once got a bottle of something out of his bag and offered me a drink. Thank you!…

Right? The ‘I’m in a weird place right now’ isn’t some existential crisis. The weird place is being hit on in the gym!