For the sake of poetic justice, I say we throw him in a pit of agitated black widow spiders.

25 years ago I was 26 and working for a very intimidating, loud, grumpy partner at a law firm. Most of the secretaries were terrified of the old bear - who wasn’t yet 60 but I thought he was old - he was dapper and courtly and ferociously smart and if you weren’t also smart and competent and tough he could chew you up…

Rousey is an Olympic medalist in Judo. She’s completely legit and to suggest otherwise is nonsense.

I’ve been in tears all day. I lived in Paris in my early 20s (arguably the best year of my life) and it’s a city that stands for so much good in human history. So much progress, joie de vivre, culture, achievements.

That’s the thing, if someone else was crying in her first week at work because she didn’t think she could do it, I would be nothing but kind and supportive to them. But when it comes to me, I’m really vicious and hard on myself. It’s stupid. We’d never talk to other people the way we talk to ourselves.

I’m determined…

I blame the English language. It’s not Natasha’s fault that “All you can eat” can be singular or plural (and boo to Denny’s for taking advantage of the ambiguity). This wouldn’t have happened in Shakespeare’s day. When the tavern had an “All thou canst eat” special, everybody knew it only meant thee, not thy whole…

Here is my story, that I wasn’t intending on posting, but now am because maybe you will find it funny or relatable?

That is a genuine comfort. I keep thinking that I’m fucking everything up really badly!

I felt really proud that I got through the day with only blurry eyes and lip-wobbling and then I did a full-on sob right when I thought I was safe.

I have had the exact same thing happen to me and heard many others share their “I was the new person who cried in front of everyone” stories. You are not alone, friend.

I didn’t full-on sob, but there was a day when I was training at work where the corners of my eyes were burning, and my lower lip was trembling. Who knew that working at a tea shop could be so hard?

It’s reassuring to know that there are other people who hold themselves to a stupidly high standard and then break down because they’re afraid they won’t meet it and then everyone will hate them. And then cry on strangers.

This sounds so much like me it's eerie.

I just started a new job a week ago. Went to a training day a couple of days ago but everyone else on the training day had been in their post a few months, as opposed to four days. I hadn’t even been put on the company system or had any of the documents and I didn’t know any of the job terminology or have access to…

But it is only a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of people who are doing this. There are hundreds of thousands of new Muslim refugees moving across Europe who just want to live in peace. And these terrorist assholes have to make life hell for everyone, Muslim and non-Muslim.

And the ongoing hostage situation at a frickin’ Eagles of Death Metal concert? That means likely American deaths too, as I’m sure expats would have been at the show, since the band is from California.

Fuck. Fuck . I was staying next to that restaurant a few weeks ago when I visited Paris for the first time. I can’t even fathom how terrifying this must be. The attacks on multiple places simultaneously is particularily frightening.

An eyewitness report just came out on The Independent saying that they were shouting “Allahu Akbar” so sadly that does seem to be the cause right now.

I really, really, really hope that the attackers are not Muslim. Because the growing far right, “KEEP (MUSLIM) REFUGEES OUT!” French parties movement will have a field day with this.