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It wouldn’t make it easier to arrange meetings because you’d have no clue if you were arranging the meeting for when people would be at work, have finished for the day, or fast asleep at night.

Not this shit again

Might be worth letting the uni know. Surely they’ll want to fix the site!

They’ll be on licence for the rest of their lives following that though. The minimum term on a life sentence is just the custodial part.

I can only help with the last part as I use audible. Have you tried Voice? https://droidify.eu.org/app/?id=de.ph1b.audiobook&repo_address=https://f-droid.org/repo

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=de.ph1b.audiobook

Dulce et Decorum Est

By Wilfred Owen

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.```

Wot?

Reduced inflation ≠ deflation

Another Brexit Benefit

Fuck Nigel Frog face Farrage, The Haunted Victorian Pencil Jacob Rees-Mogg, Lord David Pig Fucker Cameron, Maybot, Boris I don’t care where I stick my Johnson, and all the rest of the Tories who either actively supported this or were to self interested to not rebel as their leaders doubled down on their Brexit folly again and again.

Excuses excuses.

I’ll take the £5. That way if I wanted I could get two lottery tickets and a scrarchcard.

Though in truth I’d forget about it because I only ever use card then a year later think why the hell do I have a fiver in my wallet.

But with the cash you’ve got options. You could still place a bet on something if you wanted if you wanted that moment of excitement. You’ve just now got the option to pick something that has better odds or something you think you have some knowledge about than a completely random lottery.

Lol so he had to get an iPhone for family chat, then I’ll bet still had to install WhatsApp for all his friend’s group chats.

The strangest thing was when I learned that American teenagers bully the ones who have Android because they mess up with the iMessage chats. So weird.

FTFY. In the rest of the world no one uses either SMS or iMessage.

Ah that makes sense then.

Won’t the money be spent trying to scare anyone who’s anti trump into not staying at home come voting day?

It’s customary in English to call people by their first name rather than their middle name, unless of course they choose to go by something different.

A May election is looking more likely no matter what Sunak tries to pretend.

Thanks. That’s cool knowing exactly when it’ll be.

Thanks. With all the articles I thought I’d somehow missed him winning the nomination and we were on the actual election campaign.

Your elections are normally in the autumn aren’t they?