existentialist
Tired and unemotional
I've had to radically recalibrate my notion of what is outrageous over the last 10-12 yearsSurely that would be a bit too outrageous (?)
I've had to radically recalibrate my notion of what is outrageous over the last 10-12 yearsSurely that would be a bit too outrageous (?)
Not to mention re-recalibrating it over the past 10-12 weeksI've had to radically recalibrate my notion of what is outrageous over the last 10-12 years
The tweeting of small birds. I'd significantly lowered my expectations much sooner than that - it's just interesting to see how far down they can get.Not to mention re-recalibrating it over the past 10-12 weeks
It certainly smells.Does that smell a bit of "superinjunction", do we think?
It would seem so. But what's Johnson to them, and why? Do they still reckon he's the best bet for keeping the Tories in power?Or instructions down from the owners?
Or instructions down from the owners?
It would seem so. But what's Johnson to them, and why? Do they still reckon he's the best bet for keeping the Tories in power?
Blimey, it's like watching Paddy Power, trying to guess where the 'smart' money is.
At Oxford apparently he had a reputation for being NSIT, and I can't quote that source either. Funny how these rumours cluster round certain people.Women being chaperoned when meeting with Johnson in private was foreign office policy . Else. Send a man . Preferably 2 people for meetings to ensure there was a witness that Johnson had been advised of certain matters he would invariably deny later. The man is a seedy spoilt rapey cunt - and those are terms I hate using in any context
taxisNSIT
I am assuming that means ‘not safe in total’.
Is that what it means?
North-South Irish TransportNSIT
I am assuming that means ‘not safe in total’.
Is that what it means?
Does that smell a bit of "superinjunction", do we think?
not safe in taxisNSIT
I am assuming that means ‘not safe in total’.
Is that what it means?
Thank you.taxis
Thank you.not safe in taxis
It's a thing from back in the day with debs and chaperones and whatnot. (Think I maybe came across it in one of Nancy Mitford's books?)Thank you.
I didn’t make the connection I should’ve as I have hardly ever been able to stretch to many taxi journeys.
I assumed that if ever you found yourself lucky enough to be travelling in a taxi, the thing to do would be to make pleasant small talk with the driver if they want it.It's a thing from back in the day with debs and chaperones and whatnot. (Think I maybe came across it in one of Nancy Mitford's books?)
The problem arises when a woman shares a cab ride with a man who's supposedly chivalrously seeing her safely home en route to his own gaff when he'll pay the driver. Once away from the party and in the intimacy of the back seat the monster pounces. It's a thing of the past, but was still a thing among Johnson's Oxford set.I assumed that if ever you found yourself lucky enough to be travelling in a taxi, the thing to do would be to make pleasant small talk with the driver if they want it.
Having his trousers like that must be a deliberate choice. Like he's fucking rich, he could quite easily get a tailor to make him a suit that actually fits. He's deliberately decided to look like that. I have no idea why.