

I grew up in Scotland.
Look, you get born, you keep your head down, and then you die. If you’re lucky.
#fedi22


I grew up in Scotland.


Also doesn’t mean it’s a common British dish just because it appears in a cook book.


Peas are a shit vegetable and only get used a lot because they’re easy to freeze and just throw into a meal at the last moment. But they pollute the whole dish with their noxious flavor.


Oklahoma onion burgers absolutely are delicious and have become one of my favourites.


I’ve never once eaten fish head soup, or been offered fish head soup, or seen fish head soup on a menu, or heard of any of my friends eating fish head soup. I’m, therefore, not convinced it’s ‘British food’. Does it come with gaslight sauce?


I scrunch down in the shower tray like a spatchcock chicken.


Pfft. Beginner.
Rotate like a rotisserie chicken.


House keys. Phone. Poo bags. Dog treats. That’s pretty much it.
Car keys if I’m driving anywhere.





Wipe mine on a baby rabbit. So soft.


It’s fine. There’s enough activity to keep me in content (as much as I need content), and I don’t see the hate as much as you report.
The only thing wrong with it from my perspective is that Trump and American politics is poisoning it, but they’re poisoning the entire world so…


May, June, June, June, July, July, July, July, August, August, August, September
I don’t much care for winter.


Directed by John Landis and starring Geoff Goldblum and Michelle Pfeiffeffieferer, and a cast including Dan Aykroyd, David Cronenberg, Jim Henson, and David Bowie as a hitman called Colin Morris.


I had a colonoscopy last year (such fun!) and there was an ‘AI’ monitoring the camera feed to detect anomalies. If it spotted something it just drew the doctor’s attention to it for his expert, human review. I was ok with that. Effectively an extra pair of eyes that can look everywhere on the screen all at once and never blink.


If there are three things all the people of Chicago hate, it’s ketchup on hotdogs.


Ridley Scott for the win!
Given how much it seems to matter to you that fish head soup is a thing because you found it in a book, I retract my entire ‘point and argument’. It’s clearly as British as red double decker buses, fish and chips, self-deprecation, a vague sense of unease at our politicians behaving as if our country is in some way still important, kilts, Cornish pasties, lava bread and cockles, and an Ulster fry. You obviously know more about British food than I do, and are expert in all things and definitely not. to. be. trifled with. whereas I have probably never eaten food in my entire life. You’ve won a disagreement on the internet and will be able to feel powerful and vital for the rest of your day.