Is it me that finds it weird signing off her own tweets with her name, when her username is literally right there?
It's just a shame the (presumably US-based) healthcare system is a clusterfuck, because that bit of expensive paper with a diagnosis on it would likely open up a whole host of avenues for exploration of the condition.
Shock horror: a fucking idiot who build his persona on a foundation of being loud, obnoxious, and a bit of a twat turns out to be loud, obnoxious, and a bit of a twat.
Oh, and a nonce too.
A colleague of mine has been known as "wump" for years. I didn't think anything of it until someone asked why that was his nickname, and one of the old boys said:
"that was the sound he made when he got run over about twenty years ago"
nice
A lad I know was off on the sick with an injury for a while on full pay, played the game, turned up to his welfare interviews with his employer, complained that his injury was getting slowly better but still keeping him at home... and only got busted because he appeared in a photo in the paper having come second in a local half marathon.
Another boy I know who was on light work duties in the office because of a supposed back issue, got pulled in for a "meeting without biscuits" because he was spotted refereeing an ice hockey game one weekend by someone from the office.
Outstanding levels of fuckery.
I can believe this.
A family friend worked for a major international bank - they did the anti-fraud calls when a card had clearly been skimmed or had been used out of the usual spending pattern. They were assigned to the private banking arm, generally reserved for the rich, famous, or both.
Nine times out of ten, if they called a footballer, they'd end up being put on to their mother who handled the finances.
Smart move, I suppose. If I was a word-class sportsman raking in six figures when I was younger, I absolutely would have pissed it up the wall.
It happens.
I didn't have many close friends in secondary school, but I got on well with nearly everyone - there were very few people I wasn't on decent terms with. Well enough that if nobody in my village was going out on the piss in the local town, I could head in myself, walk into a pub, and know someone to go and chat to.
This probably pins me to a particular age bracket, but when I grew up there were the Trendies (people who liked dance music, the club scene, and R&B while it became popular) and the Grungers (the crowd that loved heavy rock, metal, and grunge funnily enough), and the two groups never really met in the middle. I got on well with loads of folk in both camps and never really got pigeonholed as one nor the other.
The included the hardest lads in the year group, the absolute lunatics who were on the gear even at school age, scrapped in the playground, and spent more time in detention than in class. A couple of them collared me privately and told me "remember, if anyone needs sorting out, give me a shout and I'll kick fuck out of them for you".
It was a favour I thankfully never felt the need to call in, but it was handy knowing that I wasn't going to be on the business end of getting a doing off one of them.
Firstly, fuck the Express and fuck that site in particular, turned my phone's screen into Times Square.
While the article doesn't mention their 2016 voting, I'd love to see a Venn diagram of those who had the means and bought property in the EU, and those who had voted to leave. I suspect they'd not be far off a circle.
I feel genuinely sorry for the outliers (edit: assumed outliers) who believed in the EU's ideals and wanted property for whatever reason - work, family, whatever - and are getting horsed by the Blue Passport Gang.
Anecdotally, a good friend of mine has British parents who moved to northern France, voted to leave, and are now shocked that new and harsher rules could possibly apply to them. The most frustrating part is that they're absolutely blind to the prospect that they might just have pissed on their own chips. It's genuinely saddening to see people put two and two together, and come up with "someone else's fault".
"to compile the kernel you must kill me, Linus Romero"
I was at a wedding a few years back, on a table with a group of dudes and partners - the dudes and the groom were all housemates with me at some point for a few years. We had a riot, and it was just the typical work-drink-xbox-sleep cycle while we were young, stupid, and had few commitments.
On the tables were disposable cameras for candid selfies and daft photos - and a few were taken. As the night went on, one of the guys was eyeing it up for longer and longer - until he says "excuse me lads", picks up the camera, and fucks off to the toilet. He comes back grinning, and puts it back on the table. That started a chain of one of us picking it up, going to the bogs, and coming back two minutes later giggling.
Apparently they got developed, and the groom, the bride, and both sets of parents were going through the photos thinking they were super cute and reminiscing, until there was just a string of about fifteen photos of poorly-lit hairy ballsacks, before a return to happy and joyful photos from each table.
The bride and parents were not impressed.
Absolutely love Formula 1, been a fan for 30 years, find the whole cutting edge technology and it's public applications fascinating...
...but yeah lol fuck the circus. Formula 1 has gone from pure greed on the organisation front to unadulterated morally bankrupt and taking-the-piss greed. Saudi, Qatar, Bahrain, Abu Dhabi... yeah nah fuck that noise, a bit of fire under Liberty Media's chair would do them good.
It runs the risk of fucking the Vegas fanbase off 2005-stylez, but hey it can't have been too terrible if there's now three US races on the calendar.
neurospicy
outstanding
I'm all for bringing back National Service.
And by that, I mean that everyone should be required to work two weeks in a customer service environment - in a supermarket, in an inbound call centre, or in a coffee shop.
The basic level of communication skill and empathy I've learned there has set me up reasonably well in life - and it's remarkable how far you get with another human on the other end of a phone or teller screen by just "playing the game", "appreciating that there's tickboxes needing to be checked" and "not being a cunt".
I'm not saying the solution is perfect but fuck me, it would solve a lot of entitlement problems.