It suddenly dawns on me that Tim Peake is getting off a bit lightly here.
Do bark strippers work in zero gravity? That's my nomination for an experiment on the ISS.
C. Baws, aged 10 3/4.
I'm not sure I like the tone of his voice, Quince, let alone the cut of his jib. Somewhere, I fear, a Tiger Bay sex worker is missing their handicapped child.
Perhaps the only silver lining for a Yorkshireman struck down with MND is the consolation of knowing that at least no-one will hate him for his strangled, digragh-lacking,mumblings any more. To then deliberately choose to reintroduce this handicap is like looking a gift horse from God right in its malformed mouth.
Except for the "having kids" part (I'll give you that one) anyone at 50 NOT doing all of the above has wasted their first fifty years and doesn't deserve any more time on this planet.
I was last in Stoke Newington more than 20 years ago, and even then you wouldn't have known you were in Britain if wasn't for the grey skies and the drizzle. I dread to think what it's like now.
More like mordancy, but let's not quibble over trifles.
"Gotta get down to it,
Soldiers are cutting us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her,
And found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?"
Why Decs, it sounds like it's only a matter of time before you start bawling that men can be raped too, and then this whole sorry episode might make more sense. Was it someone you knew and trusted? Did he even use lube?
Maybe we should get the Ohio National Guard over to give out some tips on what crowd control techniques are most effective when confronted by a bunch of unwashed fucking hippies.
Or anything with Woody Allen in it.
Actually, I'm being a bit harsh there. I sat through all of "Hannah Does Her Sisters" once, and it wasn't that bad.
I wasn't with you until I did a Google image search for "shit storm of lesbians". Based on what I've just seen you definitely wouldn't leave your best Persian rug under them.