Sir Daniel Ratcliffe

What? There is only one use of the passive voice in this excerpt, and that explicity states the agent of the verb, and indeed inverting it to use the active voice would have just sounded weird.

Dropped my pants in front of a police officer and everything.

Meh, when I was fourteen, I had to go to hospital to be resuscitated after downing a bottle of vodka in one, and I turned out ok.

Oh, hang on a minute...

Consistently tried to make my writing worse by enforcing 'rules' that its makers clearly didn't actually understand. I blame Strunk and White, as I always do.

The day that Grammarly told me to change every instance of till to 'til was the day I uninstalled it. That was about an hour after I installed it.

I just said "that was quite impressive" out loud to a spider. Meant it, too.

Target for the year beaten by March 11th.

There are several companies that I am boycotting and I have long since forgotten why.

Conversation with a cow-orker over Teams:
Me: Can you tell me your laptop's number? It would be on the underside.
Him: Where can I find that?
Me: On the underside.
Him: The underside of what?
Me: The laptop.
He tore the cable out of the HDMI plug turning it over.

And still I have a Tory MP with a comfortable majority, as has been the case for my entire life.

I assume the 'Milk Duds' are in the wrong place.

Pleased to see from the comments that I was not the only person to zoom in and look for Jack Nicholson.

I have forgotten. It was a long time ago.

Ed knows, I have tried, but apparently my ears are impervious.

Now that I occasionally have to wear glasses, I have found that they are incompatible with headphones. The arms sit behind my ears, and the headphones press into them. Someone should solve this. Make it so.

Now that I occasionally have to wear glasses, I have found that they are incompatible with headphones. The arms sit behind my ears, and the headphones press into them. Someone should solve this. Make it so.

I take a dump of all my social media every few months. It wouldn't be a tragedy if I lost my minimal Twitter output, but I would be saddened to lose my FB history.

Tots in pairs.

I drink paint.

What hath god wrought.