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Helena
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Welsh. European. Migrant.

Still lurking.
More detailed lurking coming soon.
I‘m so very sorry. This grief and love for a dog may have a different weight in the world, but they are the same emotion as for any other being. A# is the same note on any instrument, as it were. You’re only bounded by your own capacity for love, I believe. You have my true sympathy.
November 29, 2025 at 8:36 AM
The thing that’s really shaken my faith in the jury system is

The Traitors

People are so sure - and so wrong -about what guilt looks like and how well their own instinct serves them. It truly concerns me. I worry that similar misconceptions apply in jury rooms. I can’t see how they wouldn’t.
November 26, 2025 at 7:36 AM
My 18 yr old son’s Instagram feed. The explore tab is the world we all want to live in: fascinating, creative, constructive, funny… I have no idea how he manages to deflect toxicity at every turn, but he has thoroughly beaten the algorithm. It’s truly a thing of wonder.
November 25, 2025 at 7:03 AM
Not generally a huge fan, but this is the sort of situation where Google Lens can actually be useful. Quick check of a screenshot of your image came up with the same answer as these various people. Obviously, it‘s also prone to nonsense, but can be worth trying if you have a shrew idea already.
November 22, 2025 at 10:44 AM
Oh, my daughter and I used to love that. I’d have her in my lap and she’d “work” at my computer.

She’s grown up though, and it would look funny on her multi-screen “serious scientist“ (full movie boffin) setup if she tried it in her lab.

For myself? I’d probably still put it on if I could🙈
November 20, 2025 at 7:06 AM
Fondue bourguignonne is cubes of steak that go into hot oil, rather than cheese. I admit, it’s still not melted, but that’s the dish I think is meant
November 19, 2025 at 10:21 PM
And they aren't penetrating into Copenhagen now either.

If there's a lesson for Labour to learn from here, it's "you can easily lose more votes to your left by pandering to the right than you can ever pick up from the right."
November 18, 2025 at 9:36 PM
I really do have a fondness for this one, also the Guardian (of course), where the correction only makes the error much, much bigger, and misses at least one exemplar of the original error as well.
November 18, 2025 at 5:13 PM
It was this design, with additional green/grey tones from the scratches. Guarantee to make all food look bad. Nothing can be appetizing off these plates.
November 17, 2025 at 9:45 PM
At least they went for something timeless and beautiful, in contrast to the beige/snot-coloured floral (and distinctly of its time, i.e. 70s) stoneware my parents had. When the pattern disappeared beneath a lifetime of scratching and scraping, it was only a mercy.
November 17, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Royal Copenhagen? They jumped out at me immediately and I wondered if anyone would mention them. i think the design is about 150 years old, which is crazy
November 17, 2025 at 8:28 PM
and having given the horse a slap on the rump to encourage it through the door
November 4, 2025 at 6:25 AM
In actual Hannover they would have understood the phrase and its significance. Here, I suspect it’s entirely possible that someone asked an AI LLM for a motivational quote and a lasagne of ignorance and incompetence ensured the outcome

(Not clicking. Apologies if there was an explanation.)
November 4, 2025 at 6:22 AM
That does remind me: I absolutely must order cat food* early enough for it not to get snarled up in Black Friday delivery delays. Not risking a repeat of the year I had to endure the many angry opinions of two outraged felines who nearly! starved! to! death! on inferior victuals

* (and bird seed)
November 3, 2025 at 10:18 PM
I’ve got a scary new game: presenting Google lens with the same photo of a print several times over the day. It has, with total confidence, returned as many entirely different identifications, each entirely wrong. I’m unclear if it’s also hallucinating artists, or if they are at least all real.
October 24, 2025 at 5:52 AM
Hmmm, if you can see stars from your tunnel, your tunnel has a worrying flaw.
October 23, 2025 at 6:32 AM
Wow. I do one shift a week in a local Red Cross shop and we bumble about like it's the Fawlty Towers Shopping Experience, but if customers come while we're setting up (lots of stuff to put outside), we just let them in, even if they are underfoot. (And this is Denmark, where punctuality rules.)
October 15, 2025 at 12:07 PM
They could make the hold music something like, oh, let's say Elektra, for comedy value, and at least if you hear it all the way through (which it seems like you could have) you've got something for your pains.
October 14, 2025 at 3:18 PM
That’s one of very few I’ve popped into a bin
October 14, 2025 at 9:34 AM
Nothing was more cathartic than reducing that shite to ash. My friend, reading selected morsels of pretentious yet banal crap as we tore and threw.

My ire was partly personal, but I stand by it being no loss to anyone. Possibly binning should have sufficed, but burning seemed fair at the time
October 14, 2025 at 9:33 AM
I once threw a book I really loathed into the fire, page by hated page. I considered it *dire*, despite somehow being on the CAPES syllabus. A middle-aged woman in rural Ireland dies, and life just … goes drearily on. My mother was just then in the next room dying (in her 40s) in rural Ireland
October 14, 2025 at 9:33 AM
So, this is what I get for not using Google. When I crawled back to it, I quickly found a reference:
sidewaysstation.com/2018/04/10/f...
Flann O’Brien’s Book Handling Enterprise
Flann O’Brien was a pen name of Brian O’Nolan, an Irish author who is most famous for three novels, At Swim Two Birds, The Third Policeman and the Dalkey Archive. He also wrote a column for the Iri…
sidewaysstation.com
October 14, 2025 at 9:01 AM
Wish I could find the reference. I don’t think I ever owned whatever book it was anthologised in. My memory is of a friend’s supremely well-mauled copy of something probably long out of print.
October 14, 2025 at 8:56 AM
You remind me of a glorious Flann O’Brien (as Myles na ?) piece proposing a ‘book mauling’ service for the kind of person who owned a by the yard leather-bound library. IIRC, grades ranged from light dog-earing through to underlining with Latin comments in the margin.
October 14, 2025 at 8:56 AM
Sorry, that was my kids’ school. Mine ran to a day-trip to Calais. Took about 22 hrs with bus and ferry and something like, I want to say seven, maybe eight hours in France, including the mind-boggling wonders of un hypermarché (we didn’t even have a supermarket back home, so were truly impressed).
October 13, 2025 at 9:23 PM