Our music teacher (whose name was Tom Jones. If only that Tom Jones) would deal with disruptive pupils in a class by hurling the wooden blackboard eraser at a pulls head where it would hit them directly on the forehead. He was a supreme marksman. Saw a kid lose consciousness from the impact one. Wham! And suddenly there's was just a cloud of chalk where a kid once sat. This man was also in the Salvation army (clearly attack division)
Emsquared
Obviously this year revealed a real disparity between the jury and the voting public so we can only see how they will tackle this.
I doubt he really cares. Bruises his ego but then he sees his own "reality". The tragic thing is obviously the damage he has done to the country. The interesting aspect will be to now watch those who still defend him.
Expecting a lot of disowning of the report in the usual quarters including some parts of the mainstream media. What a sad state of affairs.
Yep. They know how to do front pages. Also the last place where real investigative journalism takes place.
Ha. Thanks. Navigating those delicate variations in the shared English language (lollies for sweets, chips for crisps and yet chips are chips. I'll never get that). Oddly my OH says pasta as in parstar compared to my pasta as in..er..Rasta. Language eh.Don't get me started on Yoghurt as in Yowghurt.
I've always said scone as in bone. My Aussie other half says skon so by default I end up saying "scone slash scon". I count this as being billingual.
Admitedly as a rebrand it probably fails because it still has Luton in it (and I say that as somebody born there). We should've embraced the stereotype and named it Lorraine Chase airport when we had the chance.