Hey, Wonkers, we have been throwing some pretty grim stuff at you today, so let's round out the day with a "happy ending" of sorts -- how about this feel-good story of how a woman came to the assistance of her co-worker and saved him from an assault by an angry stranger?
I've not read all the comments, so maybe I've missed something, but as I read the article, the activists complained to the cops, who replied "take off your costumes or we'll arrest you". This doesn't seem like nice time to me,
It's England. When the bobby says you have to take off your outfit, you take it off, and you win. Hard to explain without writing a novel, but that's how it works.
Nah, it's all new-agey types, peace love and harmony man.
Except for a few days most summers when it's 150,000 people in a field preaching peace love and listening to heavily amplified harmonies. Technically that's in Pilton, but details.
I've not read all the comments, so maybe I've missed something, but as I read the article, the activists complained to the cops, who replied "take off your costumes or we'll arrest you". This doesn't seem like nice time to me,
Ditto for "Britain's biggest dicks."
So, it's basically the Florida of Britain?
Bring it on...
Shorter version: “The merits of the argument are on the man's side. Now shaddup.”
It's England. When the bobby says you have to take off your outfit, you take it off, and you win. Hard to explain without writing a novel, but that's how it works.
You can keep your hat on.
Tremarco drove off the assailant with a timely cock block.
Nah, it's all new-agey types, peace love and harmony man.
Except for a few days most summers when it's 150,000 people in a field preaching peace love and listening to heavily amplified harmonies. Technically that's in Pilton, but details.
No, on this issue I'm a Roundhead ("right but repulsive"). On most issues, now I think about it.
Careful what you wish for. Whoosh!
Yeah, I'd tap that.
up in smoke would be more apropos...
Mmm ... tastes better than Vegemite.
Doc, I like the cut of your jib.
After Death and Death of Rats, I'd have to say the witches are my favorites.
Is that Scott Brown smiling and nodding his head in the club?