And Hay
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And Hay
@AndHay6
Wish I could draw better. caretaker to various cats. build buildings. books. crap scifi films
Reading, England Katılım Mart 2019
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@Burgandy19 @HauntedNights_ @SteveBrodt @snevets_nalyd The same here. Was put onto them by a friend.
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I fear I may have been bit by the paranormal bug. 🥴
Highly recommend attending a @HauntedNights_ event with @SteveBrodt and @snevets_nalyd 👻
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@MercuriusFilius Are the boxed closed? Are you allowed to look on them?
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@saniyafatma1278 No one tells you that you will never have any personal space or time to yourself ever again.
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@MartinWWalker @davidcinema Seen this once, I must have been in my teens, but it has stuck with me.
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@davidcinema Great list. I really liked The Brand New Testament. Another film that seems to fit with the vibe is The Quiet Earth. Eery apocalypse film from New Zealand 1988 where three people discover they are the last people on Earth....it seems.

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The ten films listed here go for broke in making viewers forget about the world as they know it. We present you 10 great bizarre movies you may have never seen: buff.ly/B7V8lPT




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@techtoby__ I had to explain to an American friend about the somewhat liberal use of the F word in the uk
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US Anglos aren’t as culturally aligned to the rest of us though, are they.
I can meet an Aussie and it’s just like talking with a Brit. You can’t do that with an American.
I can call the Aussie a Silly Cunt. He can call me a Sick Cunt. If we call the American a cunt, it’s tears and an AR pointing at you.
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@techtoby__ forgetting that US is literally made of europeans and esp anglos Hilarious.
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“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England wrote the following response:
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.

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