That’s offensive! What’s so wrong with “DESIST being rude you cunt”? Manners cost nothing.
10.03.2026 18:38
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That’s offensive! What’s so wrong with “DESIST being rude you cunt”? Manners cost nothing.
On your marks….
Image posted by MMU Visual Resources Centre to their Flickr page in 2011 https://www.flickr.com/photos/mmuvisualresources/5552325993/in/photolist-9sD85v-9EoXm5-bk8G5o
I don't suppose any of my followers have access to the MMU (Manchester Metropolitan University) Visual Resources Centre, do they? The Centre has a slide that, if rescanned in high-res, could relieve my obsession. When I last asked, they couldn't find it.
But it *must* be there somewhere, right?
Trivia point: “Litter Bug” was a term derived from jitterbug. Ads on NYC transit.
POTHOLES: It seems a pity that road surveyors have annexed the word pothole to denote the small dints made in our roads by motor-cars, for the word has long been in use in a far more classic way. All round the base of Ingleborough there are mighty pits, apparently bottomless, that have been worn out of the rock by the action of the water extending over hundreds of years. These, and these alone, are potholes, many of them known by some distinguishing name in addition. The greatest of all is the huge chasm of Gaping Ghyll, situated on the southern slope of Ingleborough. Why not call the holes in our roads "motor holes," for to the motor alone is their evil presence due.
Don’t call them “potholes,” call them “motor holes,” says @cyclinguk.bsky.social editorial in CTC Gazette, Feb 1917.
Actually, the Eliza & descendants impact works on the same principal as the much simpler “Elephants from Denmark” mind reading trick, or even a card force, where the participant is unaware that they’re being steered. I wonder if we’re able to adjust our instinct for trust without losing empathy.
The past is a different country, they did photography different there
Snickers, get off the cat!
Cat? What cat?
Genuinely saw them at the Bull & Gate circa ‘89. Every song started with an interesting intro before descending into yet another attempt at Tomorrow Never Knows.
I once remanded a dog for general naughtiness, & a little girl asked her father “daddy, why did he call the dog “young man!”?”
So Philip Glass just joined TikTok. He only has like 4 posts and they’re simply him in what I assume is his living room playing the piano. First comment on one I saw was “your piano is too close to the fireplace, you’ll dry it out” and if that’s not the internet in a nutshell I don’t know what is.
Hymns underestimated as an influence because considered unhip to admit: discuss
She’ll probably get round the slalom bit OK, but I fear her chances over the jumps, & they may need a team on hand to extricate her from the little tunnel.
This really made me laugh. Bravo
We made our own entertainment
Wow! Not what you would have expected to see out of the office window in Southern England a few years ago. Adult White-tailed Eagle and 2 Common Crane circling together over the Piddle Valley late morning @dorsetbirdclub.bsky.social @birdguides.bsky.social
Which would explain the death of so many black troops
I can remember when Vietnam was a “police action”
The Thing; Wood Green
Wood Green Tonight
Come on, dude would faint at the sight of tomato ketchup.
To be fair to Lula, she used up all her woofs in this one incident, & has barely ever barked since
Imagine living next to this (like my neighbours)
Politely fried tf outta my man
A favourite , related to me by a pal in NYC was graffiti including the inspired “m*therfucker”.
Telegraph censured for fabricated story of banker’s struggle to pay school fees
Hold out for a rent free flat ABOVE that book store before you sign
Badge of Honour! The Daily Telegraph HATES my book, FIVE EVIL WOMEN. They think prison works & 'bad people' should be locked up for ever. They did not like my anti-carceral feminism & belief in rehabilitation. Thrilled! @reaktionbooks.bsky.social @slamble1.bsky.social @elenaloizidou.bsky.social
I wish. I wonder about the horror of the Real Kids fan who faced the trepidation of wondering if they'd been sold a Suicide album in error.
