Brilliant clue though, eh?
That it was, that it was
Ah crosswords
if you have a poo gushing out of your oesophagus you should probably go to the hospital. Or at the very least buy some tic tacs.
When one of your Facebook friends goes fitness rogue and decides to take face only selfies of them trying their new fad.
Especially when every face looks like a pure crimper dump face.
Thereâs an obvious solution to that.
Spoiler alert, it involves telling zuckerberg to do one.
When youâve been tasked with something at work and you find a library that contains a command line utility called âmogrifyâ that does part of what you need to do
Were you looking to turn someone into a self-entitled disaster capitalist with a plummy accent?
Surely, then, that would be a double-g moggrifyâŚI was harking more back to Calvin and Hobbes (can I mention them seems as they were mainly in the Porn Baronâs rags??)
Here it isâŚyour injection of Kulture with a capital K.
Keats wrote this 200 years ago today. Composed after a walk near Winchester
âTo Autumnâ - John Keats
1.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
2.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
3.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,â
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
4;45am airport pick up. 7 lads heading back to Stansted.
Krakow had totally broken them.
Theyâd somehow even crashed a Polish Wedding in their Spurs shirts.
Lost underwear, wallets & cards emptied in Titty Bars and a Police report for one who hasnt been seen since Friday but who was asleep at the bus stop at the airport.
Gotta get cctv with sound fitted,
9h I hate getting up before I go to bed but driving round the City at that time is awesome there was a movie script in their tales!
Mrs P_F back from her UK Trip.
Plus proper thick cut bacon, extra mature Cheddar & 4 x 1kg Gammons already in the freezer plus enough Rizlas to last until my next trip.
#nodealplanning
I just finished off the last jar of Colemans in the middle of the South China Sea
My mate is away and asked me to go check on her cat and feed him.
Really enjoyed sitting with him in her quiet flat today.
Did my second visit to my friendâs cat. Good half hour with him purring away on my lap. Not sure which one of us got the most out of it. He is missing his owner but god I needed some therapeutic pet time.
Apparently my first famous person today in the Van.
Sheâs doing acting stuff. Iâm hanging around Katowice for 8 hours.
Iâm being very professional today. Avoided a phwoar when I collected her.
When youâre staying in the Hampshire countryside and your partner and his parents head out on a walk âinbetween rain showersâ. It is raining heavily now. Iâm cosy in their nice house. Hoping theyâll put the woodburner on.