Jack Polanski tells waiters that he’ll “take a look” at the dessert menu even though he knows he’ll just get a coffee
Surely they can avoid the Straits of Hormuz by going the other way around the world?
This is really cool for you! :)
I assume you mean the hands in the top-right photo. Any other photo tampering would have been a bit weird...
Something about oil. 😞
Something about oil. 😞
"Achieving the UK’s net zero target by 2050 will cost less than a single oil shock and bring health and economic benefits while insulating the country against future costs, the government’s climate advisers have forecast."
www.theguardian.com/environment/...
![LET'S NOT PLAY FRISBEE WITH THAT POET ANYMORE.
[This is a comic strip, with a poem laid over it. On each panel a new line of the poem is written. The scene is a park, in the summer. A man in a trenchcoat - implicitly Philip Larkin - stands folorn, motionless, looking at people throwing a frisbee. It becomes apparent as the comic progresses that they are trying to play frisbee with him. He stand stock still for the whole comic, watching the frisbee as, panel by panel it soars closer and closer to him].
After contemplating the approaching frisbee for two silent panels, Philip begins his thoughts:
Unloosed, unheralded,
You soar toward me
Across the dying afternoon.
bright disc of childhood,
Long since thrown wide
Of Youth's green imaginings,
Your slow declining arc
Figures a sky-written truth:
We will all succumb, and soon
To earth's hard oblivion.
[The frisbee hits Philip on the head with a resounding DONK. He falls backwards, to the ground.
[Ends]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:4m3we4apbjayclzcnhwe3pfp/bafkreibpyscry7bddmufqnk7wsfuxsflv4fkn4brwvkzxqurjkz7z67yoi)
Let's Not Play Frisbee With That Poet Anymore
Koke there, coming in for Atletico. He’s been in and out of the team. And in. And out. But he’s ok, Koke.
Hiya. I don't use it in coffee, so I can't say if it's any good in that sense. But I used oatly until switching over to this, and can't really tell the difference. Aside from the carbon footprint etc., having it in powder allows me to make it stronger if I want.
Converted. Frankly, life without trying to recycle tetrapaks is worth the move alone.
overherd.uk/products/oat...
There's evidently something about a Scot growing up in the Midlands that really confuses people. Aberdeen + Brummie = any number of things.
The latest instalment of "guess my accent" had a colleague yesterday asking me whether I'm from Northern Ireland.
Definitely not the first time I've been asked that. But the first time I've been asked by someone from Northern Ireland.
Did the thief make a clean getaway?
Or did they find them with stockpile of stolen soaps, and now they're behind bars?
I don’t think they should be scared of the holes.
I think they should be scared of the fckin huge moles.
HEATHCLIFFE
IT'S ME
YOUR COUSIN, MARVIN HEATHCLIFF
There is always a tweet.
Pulp poetry.
Remember when parties who lost elections used to be like "This is a strong message from the electorate and we will listen and learn and change" rather than "Fuck everyone who didn't vote for us, you're all extremists trying to destroy Britain"
Ah, so maybe your cat followed her. Your other half seems to have caused most of the trouble here, to be honest.
Why is your other half chasing pigeons instead of trying to get the 2 cats back?
Dead serious: this is brilliant news but it would be made so much better if I knew that the storyline would allow for Mary to feature, even though she'd been sucked off in season 4.
All I see is an empty table.
An opinion I can finally get behind
Greetings, Professor Falken
I'm on the right track baby, I was
Boubon This Way
How does he sleep at night?
