Also, if you’re into the empty feeling of nuclear sadness, check out When the Wind Blows (1986) - it’s from Raymond Briggs’s graphic novel - who did “The Snowman” and that Santa Claus one amongst other family favourites. Surely a lovely, fun cartoon to watch with the kids!
WARNING: DO NOT ACTUALLY WATCH WHEN THE WIND BLOWS WITH YOUR KIDS (unless your kids are adults)
The tone and scale is quite different, but the overall themes or message certainly have a lot in common. Both worth seeing.
I can’t remember The Day After as clearly as I can Threads, but I remember it was definitely worth seeing, though I feel like it had a little more of a film/plot/narrative/entertainment element to it, whereas Threads was just quietly bleak and undignified - a gritty soap-opera story in Sheffield, then everyone gets nuked and you see all your favourite characters as they piss themselves and their hair and teeth fall out from the radiation and then they slowly die from illness and starvation, then you watch a documentary style presentation of the tiny remainder of population, scrabbling in dirt, trying to find a still living plant.
Absolutely watch both - all humans should watch both at some point in their lives - but maybe not on a day where you want to have any fun or talk to anyone, or do much except stare into the distance in silence.
It’s a bit weird, isn’t it?
Technically, the navigational tool is “a compass” and the geometric draw-a-circle tool is “a pair of compasses” (I don’t know why) - but in general use, people just call both of them “a compass”.
We’ve had hundreds of years to rename one of them, but for some reason haven’t bothered.
Sadly, it’s been mildly drifting that way since the 1990s - though the drifting has sped up quite a bit during most of the Tory Governments. Not sure if Brexit specifically sped things up again, but it wouldn’t surprise me.
A “consent and pay”, or “paywall” (or even “register-wall”) website is totally fine and should be free to exist - but it shouldn’t be indexed by search engines as a response to a question, and shouldn’t be linkable on any form of social media.
To be fair, these days they’re all at it. For instance, Dulux has ones like “Poisoned Apple” and “Treasured Memory”, and I’m pretty sure Wilkos used to have one called “Oaty Dreams”.
As I’ve reached middle age, and my sense of taste degrades, I’ve downgraded cucumber’s taste from “rancid farts” through “standard farts” to “mild farts”.
They still taste of farts, but eventually you just decide that life’s easier if you just accept that cucumbers and most cruciferous veg tastes of farts, but hardly anybody else can taste it and they don’t know what you’re on about, so you just eat them and say “yum yum, that was great” for the sake of a quiet life.
From the 90s (in a small patch of Yorkshire), I remember Townies, Scallies, Kevs (seemingly a lot of them were called Kev where I lived), Carlings (a drink of choice, perhaps?), and Scrotes (i.e. ballbags). Neds was sometimes used as an alternative, but wasn’t common.
I don’t think I heard “Chavs” until the early 2000s. Never quite sure if they were actually the same thing - as the “Chav” thing seemed to have a class/wealth element, that “Chavs were poor/working class”, whereas the Townies/Scallies/Kevs of my teen years were certainly all from richer families than me and my friends, they just liked to rob people, smash up bus shelters and shops and attack people (especially those who were “gay looking” or “foreign looking”).
This is good, but they could really do with running these for older people too.
Here’s one I heard this week for example:
“My friend down at the bowls club said on Facebook that they’re not even real immigrants, but they’re special forces soldiers from the secret UN Army and they’re bringing them over here to take over the British and they’ve all got really good shoes and mobile phones you see, that’s how you can tell and they’re all of fighting age aren’t they?”
“Phwoar! Most of the people in this hospital are wearing nurse’s uniforms! Kinky!”
This is brilliant.
I’m going to store it in my long-term memory as “true”.
Without facial hair, he just looks like a thumb.
Yes, but some people need an extra special, personal reminder.
“Obviously everyone knows not to shit on the pavement in the middle of the city centre… but just to make sure… Ms Grace Hull, we are specifically asking you not to shit on the pavement in the middle of the city centre”
798 Cadbury’s Creme Eggs
£3,463.96 worth of produce
£4.34 for a Creme Egg? Or he stole 798 Creme Eggs as well as several thousand other non-headline-worthy products?
The Tooth Fairy is trying to save up for retirement.
I’m pretty sure that’s the best possible answer.
I’d be interested to see what other foods could reasonably be used as bookmarks.
Must be:
a) Flat enough to be a bookmark
b) Leave as little residue as possible
To be fair, as far as foodstuffs-for-bookmarks go, I think a plastic cheese slice must be one of the best.
I miss lovely, earthy, warm, friendly chocolatey Brownbuntu.
I always felt purplebuntu was a bit vile.
I totally agree, but it might be a pretty hard-to-argue Arts Council bid.