Pitchforks and flaming torches are traditional…
Sending students to drool over each other round the back of the SU bar probably doesn’t help either.
Glanced out of the window to see neighbour #1 (out walking his dog) having a loud conversation with neighbour #2. Outdoors, but no masks, and about three feet apart. If I were a health professional at this point I might just give up.
Just opened the door (standing well back from it and saying “social distancing please”) to an unmasked elderly man looking for someone who doesn’t live here.
Put the cauldron of Dettol on to boil? Actually, old skool oil would work just as well, if properly boiling.
No, just wiped the only thing he touched, the bell-push, with bleach. To protect eg the postman and the Amazon woman and the small child looking for a lost cat…
‘the fiendish tormentor pursuing a much-tried and resourceful feline’, I think you mean.
I have one of the latter parked on me feet.
…add lemon and cloves
aka a “Hot Donald”
Snork wee bee
Only if it were rubbish beer…
Linking would be unsportin’, but this is a comment I never expected to see in my nacherel.
there were organised demonstrations in the town with people coming from Bognor Regis demanding answers
Emphasis mine.
To what question, one wonders?
(“What did we do to upset George V?” would be the obvious one, but alas the story is apocryphal…)
Ah, Gus, would these be people the police target out for sitting on benches?
Them’s the badgers, Fishy, yes.
One of the better lies, all backed by a video of the unreasonable cops finally arresting an out-of-town, out-of-county person who had come to join a demonstration and who already been given a verbal warning to go home and stop wandering around in a town where she did not live, earlier in the day; she refused to her name or details, so they couldn’t exactly issue a fine at that point. My sympathies are with the cops. Doesn’t often happen.
“How can there be more covid deaths when I haven’t seen any more hearses?” must be one of the sillier questions. This year I have seen more hearses (one ordinary, one a motorcycle side-car) than I had in the previous ten years unless I walked past the local funeral parlour. (Or was attending a funeral.)
Fair enough. This is a single instance of Plod being in the right.
Although I must admit to bafflement, being a sea-creature of v little brain, as to how an individual refusing to give details to the nice police-person can be identified with any certainty as an out-of-towner.
But mainly, I just found the sentence I quoted amusing.
“I am from Bognor Regis and I demand an answer!” feels not so very different from "My name is David Archer! "