I zan tough ty[e thos well.

Pressing your tongue hard against the roof of your mouth can prevent sneezing.

It’s actually purely logical!

What’s the logic that can guarantee your first move won’t be a mine?

Edit to add: Norsemen was great, loved it.

Farage is what you get when your geriatric Saint Bernard, that’s been eating rotten fish, shits on the carpet, then eats the shit, then throws it up, then rolls in it, then jumps onto your clean bedsheets and rolls around in them too.

My friends are very proud 'boro supporters who have season tickets etc. I doubt they’d agree with you but their judgement is questionable.

Been there once that I recall - friends from university came from up that way. Surely if you’re going for a takeaway in Middlesbrough you get a parmo?

I live in one of the places that frequently gets in the top ten best places in the country to live. Not sure I’d agree, but then I’m a country boy at heart.

Haven’t been there in many years, but I’m sure it’s actually very lovely.

They also offer bacon, garlic sausage, salami, meatballs, Tandoori chicken, and ‘Mexican’ chicken whatever that is.

So the Hossenfeffer only has 40% of their meat choices.

And, yes, it’s ironic, I know, that they don’t do rabbit.

Minor: on a rough Channel crossing, a friend stepped outside to throw up, but was facing into the wind. Face covered. He looked like the shittest panda ever when he took his specs off.

Medium: back in my university days I hung around with some 13th century reenactment types. One of them was walking up a grass bank and stabbing his broadsword into the ground to give himself something to hold on to as he went. Then he missed the ground and stabbed himself in the foot, right through his boot. He threw the boot away in anger, but one of my housemates rescued it and put it in pride of place on our mantlepiece. The best part was when the guy realised he didn’t have any other boots to where so had to come around, ask for the boot back so he could stitch it up and wear it again. AKA the medieval equivalent of shooting yourself in the foot.

Major: I once saw a car ignore the lights and sirens of a fire engine at a crossroads and drive into the side of it at about 40 mph / 65 kph. The fire engine was on its way to a fire so the water tanks would have been full. It barely rocked from the impact but the entire engine compartment of the car displaced into the passenger compartment.

My local pizza place has an off-menu pizza called the Hossenfeffer since it’s what I order every time. Deep pan, spicy beef x 2, spicy pork x 2, lamb doner (gyro) meat x 2, pepperoni, jalapenos x 2, fresh green chilles.

When I was in the states, fire stations were the obvious place to wait for cabs. Always open, always safe.

‘now’

This was just the quotidian breakfast at Hossenfeffer Court. I suppose they might serve much the same at whatever counts as a ‘middle class hotel’, surely anything less would be grounds for complaint?

I’ve just taken a peek at the Savoy’s breakfast menu and it seems a bit spartan to me. No kidneys, no fried bread, no mushrooms, I’m troubled by their description of a ‘choice of egg’, and those modern, American, baked beans instead of traditional buttered beans. Is that the sort of thing you were thinking about?

Edit to add: crikey, just looked at the Ritz breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, mushroom and tomato. And that’s it! The middle class do appear to have it somewhat rough. I blame the governement.

I just eat whatever cook serves. Breakfast was pretty simple this morning: a choice of cereals, pastry basket, kippers with a poached egg, full English (just the standards - eggs to order, bacon, herb sausage, black pudding, white pudding, grilled tomatoes, mushrooms, grilled lambs kidneys, fried bread, buttered beans), followed by toast and marmalade, washed down with freshly squeezed orange juice. Oh, and coffee. So important. Just a normal ‘breakfast’, you know, whatever one’s finds in the chafing dishes plus the eggs. So ‘breakfast’, does that count as one food item?

Chasity does.

All flying cars that have been built have been shit as a car and shit as a plane. The only variations is how much the shit leans towards the car functionality or the plane functionality.

Hmm, I do use Starling in the UK which seems like it’s worked in the past but doesn’t now.

Perpetual motion
Cold fusion
Flying cars
Teleportation
Heavy-lift dirigibles

Religion and sex are powerplays
Manipulate the people for the money they pay
Selling skin, selling God
The numbers look the same on their credit cards
Politicians say no to drugs
While we pay for wars in South America

Fighting fire with empty words
While the banks get fat
And the poor stay poor
And the rich get rich
And the cops get paid
To look away
As the one percent rules America

“Spreading the Disease” from the album “Operation: Mindcrime” by Queensrÿche (1988)

They do quiet, existential despair like no-one else.