My mum’s got a great anecdote about how the doctor came around about my cough when I was a newborn, and he came into a room full of local mums all fawning over me in my cot and chugging away.
My mum’s got a great anecdote about how the doctor came around about my cough when I was a newborn, and he came into a room full of local mums all fawning over me in my cot and chugging away.
“Satellite city” might do the trick.
I go in with a lot of fervour myself, but “blasting”?
Bizarrely enough, I know the feeling, haha. Actually I’m sort of undergoing it now.
I’d never considered this as relevant to bipolar disorder.
Well like I say, I just read it somewhere a few years ago, and I’ve just had a brief search myself and found the same thing as you basically.
I wouldn’t say insane but that’s defo against the rules for me. I often have chefs who want us to leave the bellybuttons on cherry tomatoes and I get this mildly niggling feeling because I read a few years ago that they’re poisonous.
Just stick in give way signs, bish bash bosh.
I went to secondary school at the turn of the millennium and I remember having to go to admin to get my dinner tickets on a Monday, which were worth £1.30, but there was never any shame in it because I don’t think too many kids knew the significance of it; in fact, my mate Danny would always want to buy them off me for £1.50 apiece. This other lad called Liam would sometimes lord it over me because his mum gave him £2 a day for his dinner, but by year 11 he was roundly known as a bit of a prick if I recall correctly, so I was even vindicated in the end.
Famous-1920s-dancer-long, apparently!
I concede, but the joke is supposed to be told verbally so I’m happy with my choice.
Including fridge magnets?
You know you don’t have to dangle cables about willy-nilly at full length? You can partially wind them up or tie a loose knot so they’re effectively shorter, or hold them in place under clothes or a peg or anything. I thought this was self-explanatory?
I’d stick to beanbags if the toddlers I’m juggling were getting in the way.
https://www.isadoraduncan.org/about-1
Isadora Duncan’s death was as dramatic as her life. On September 14, 1927, she encountered a young driver in Nice, France and suggested he take her for a spin in his open-air Bugatti sports car. As the car took off, she reportedly shouted to her friends, “Adieu, mes amis, je vais a la gloire!” — “Goodbye my friends, I go to glory!” Moments later, her trailing shawl became entangled in the rear wheel, breaking her neck instantly.
This reminds me of a stupid joke:
“Oh, my car’s been flattened by a big stone, you know one of those massive, round stones?”
“Boulder?”
“MY CAR’S BEEN FLATTENED…”
Someone said it on Twitter once so I suppose it’s stuck. I find it a bit long-winded and all.
And the rest?