Category: Stranger than Fiction
Again I remind you: see if you can have someone else check your work. There’s a chance they’ll catch something you might have missed because you’re a little too close to it.
Also: There’s nothing wrong with loving Jesus, but that’s quite different from looooving Jesus.
(In case you didn’t know: Ice lolly is UK English for popsicle.)
We were in London last month, and it was uncharacteristically sunny and warm. I even got a tan, and I live in Florida!
The temperature there continues to climb, and it’s expected to cross 40° C (104° F), which will be a challenge in a country that traditionally hasn’t had the need for home air conditioning.
Stay cool, Britain…sensibly!
Further reading
It looks as though the proprietor just figured out why there’s no one visiting the stall.
Once again, consider this a reminder that when the stakes are high, get someone else to review your work before you put it out into the world.
Both are cruel, spoiled brats with a large number of children from three different women, the third one being a co-worker:
- In the case of upper-class twit Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, he has seven children. There’s a 27-year gap between the oldest and the youngest.
- In the case of broligarch Elon Musk, he has 10, which includes twins with a director from one of his companies. For bonus points, he will be required to pronounce the names of all his children.
Earlier today, I Googled the proper spelling of the (ahem) colloquial Italian phrase “Che cazzo?”, a phrase that translates as “WTF?” (I’ll explain in a later post.)
I noticed that Google also has a translation for “MF,” but not the one you’re likely to mean unless you’re a sight-reading musician:
Go ahead, try the search out for yourself:
It’s real. Here’s the original tweet.