Apart from the obvious benefits of accepting I needed reading glasses, they have increased my enjoyment of phone screen porn ten-fold. Middle aged people, stop being vain/proud, you're denying yourself (literally) unseen pleasures.
I just let out a ripper of a fart and it made me think of my old workplace where it was acceptable to let one go at any time. My new workplace saddens me. I've worked there for 4 years and haven't felt the freedom in all that time.
My wife is under strict instructions not to touch or otherwise interfere with my cardboard boxes labeled computer parts. They actually contain a dozen jars of peanut butter that I eat directly with a spoon.
Cost of living. High unemployment. Economy in the shitter. Instead of coming up with policies to treat the symptoms, the government should probably target and rewind the clock on the causes; austerity, privatisation, tax loop holes for businesses and the rich.
Anyone else think that £10k pm is quite an annoying amount of cash.
Not enough to let rip with Bentleys & Coke & hookers. But enough for a boomer retirement, a daily Pret coffee and perhaps a weekly shop in Waitrose
I've invented a game called Seven Degrees of Doctor Who. Pick a British actor, male or female, any age, working from 1950 onwards. Then count how quickly you can find a connection with Doctor Who. I have never ever got beyond three degrees of separation. Mostly it's two.
Sometimes we should let kids' pronunciations prevail because their version is better than the proper word: Febuary, sumbarine and binoclears, for example
I'm a mature middle aged man with a family, serious job, responsibilities, atheist, but when I finish a boiled egg I still put my spoon through the bottom of the shell so the evil witches can't use it to sail across the river and attack the fairy kingdom.