Whatever the cause or disease, there is something wrong with people's bodies when they have problems from this basket of symptoms. We (people) need to find out what it is and figure out how to fix them, urgently. The number of sufferers only goes up.
Do I understand correctly here? The argument is that the Commons can't handle this because the punishment if the allegations are upheld is going to harm his career?
Yeah your honour, but you can't judge me for that murder, you'll mess my career right up.
That's a wonderful analogy, I'm going to steal that thanks!
And I agree about panic writing. Who amongst us has not written (or at least rewritten) the slides for a talk on the way to the venue and found it much easier than doing the same thing a week earlier.
It's probably still our fault for the whole colony thing somehow
Next task is to get the rest of the lyrics in there youtu.be/biL6zAMkOQs
Forget global warming and climate because it's too hard for morons to understand. Surely they can tell that less filth (radioactive particles etc.) thrown up into the air is better? I don't fancy lung cancer much, I'd much prefer breathing less pollution in where I live and hence spend the most time
I suppose sovereign objects wait for you to remove them and then try to bamboozle the nurse with psuedo legal papers.
Chaos with Ed Milliband sounds alright
I'm being facetious obviously, but if the people started manipulating elections perhaps people might pay attention
Are there any studies of community action propaganda programmes? It sounds cheaper than buying politicians.
So we could run hundreds of thousands of bots with a hundred donors? And we could persuade the country to do anything we like? An interesting proposal.
I'd expect that most impressions are for negatively disposed accounts rather than for followers these days?
They're remembering how things were when it was Twitter. Our politicians need to realise that nobody sees them now. Their xits are put in hardly anyone's timeline, even their followers.
The garage is still there but their frontage has been updated.
I'm fairly confident it's in Chiswick - there's a cafe on the corner in place of the music shop. Someone else linked it as well 👍
It looks like here? maps.app.goo.gl/n95QprtaHU3Y...
I think I need one of these, off to find a cheap e-ink display
There's only one thing for it! Coffee and lots of it
It happens when you accidentally get a period in between words and doesn't automatically get removed when you correct the error. Kind of a pain.
Happy to share a pot of decaf tea any time you're around, not that you know where I am or Indeed who I am, but that's not the point.
The biopsy can cause incontinence and a loss of erection. Quite a big consequence for a false positive
I'm inclined to believe the statistics at population level and also believe that individuals have a different outcome. I don't think a known unreliable test should be applied to everyone. The side effects of over-diagnosis are real.
Just one online resource www.litrg.org.uk/internationa...
Basically, don't do this without taking proper advice. You could get yourself and your employer into a whole heap of trouble.
And you also make your UK company potentially liable as an operating business in a second country which can cost them hundreds of thousands. It is very complex and requires a large amount of law between two countries even inside Schengen let alone outside.
What about the other country? How do you find out exactly what the double taxation rules are? Are you paying the required local taxes and how do you know which you can offset against UK tax and which not? It's really complex not to accidentally defraud multiple tax authorities at once.
It's quite difficult to do this legally unless the company has a local office, you're a contractor and responsible yourself, or is prepared to pay through the nose for payroll services. Multinational tax returns are really tricky.
Oh dear it's still there! Some poor sod is going to have an amazing start to the week.
I just get Google to answer my calls and take a message for me. Nice and easy.
An urgent address, from a lectern decorated with union flags. Angry face.
A pint to the side, unremarked, placed for a good swig downing half of it in the middle of his speech.
Finish the pint with a flourish at the end and slam it down before walking out of shot muttering about fuckers.
