Keeping my neighbourhood tiger free. Hasn’t been a sighting of a tiger here since I moved in. No sharks either.

Oh, and cooking. I’m pretty good at cooking. More than one set of friends have said I should apply to go on Masterchef but I have no interest in fancy plating and I’m not much of a puddings guy.

Andrea, apparently.

Had been thinking about leaving Reddit for a while because of inevitable enshitification but it was the API thing that prompted me to move.

Ah, yes, well, you see, he made some great speeches and also… er… played cricket.

Actually, cancel the speeches thing, Hitler made some great speeches too. So it’s just the cricket thing.

A house in an Italian village for €1.

Currently 7 miles / 11.3 km away, but have lived 3941 miles / 6343 km away.

The fact that I’m now so close again is pretty much pure chance.

Deported straight out of the ring! That’s gotta hurt!

Then cut away the wall inside the frame and put a pane of glass in it.

“He’s a great, just a great doctor, very talented, very knowledgeable, many say, a lot of clever people, very clever people who know a lot, they say he’s maybe the best mind doctor, the best, definitely, head-mending doctor, and I know, I know him, he’s a great friend, and people say did I need a shrink, which is funny really, he said I have the greatest sanity, I’m more sane, than the sanest he’s ever seen and, truly, he’s a super clever guy, smart, real smart, a lot of people say so, and I didn’t need to see him but we’re just friends, we have dinner together and did I mention he’s such a good cook, I mean Michelin stars, this guy should have Goodyear stars, right, buy American, but anyway, he cooks so good and he said I have the best mental balance of anyone he’s ever met and he knows, he knows, I mean he’s the expert in… in… expert in… expert…covfefe.”

Truly the language of love.

Fanny Fan, surely?

No, but if anyone asks me where I’m ‘from’ I never really know what the answer is.

"Anything you say can be taken down and held against you - "
“Danny DeVito!”

Back and to the left.

Can confirm. I was gifted a bunch of Reddit cash for… er… I dunno, being around for a long time maybe. I spent it on giving gold and silver to posts or comments I enjoyed, but I certainly wasn’t going to spend my actual money on it.

Try pickled onion - even sharper.

The little train that… awww, mum, effort, stop nagging me, can’t be bothered!

Never seen it, but I hear it’s schtick is that all the characters are horrid.

A guy I used to know got annoyed with some student neighbours who were kind of arseholes, but he was mostly annoyed with them for their frequent late, loud parties - like partying until 04:00 in the morning, shouting and screaming, vomitting on the pavement in front of the houses, etc.

Phase 1 spite involved booking in lots of tradespeople to come and visit them early in the morning so, eg, carpet fitters coming to measure up a room in their house at 08:30 on a Saturday morning and so forth.

Phase 2 spite involved pissing in an empty washing up liquid bottle and then squeezing a little stream of piss in through their letter box whenever they weren’t home. Not enough that it wouldn’t dry in a couple of hours, but that was the aim. Their hallway carpet got smellier and smellier as more and more piss dried on it.

Eventually they moved out and the landlord has to replace the carpet. The only problem. was that no carpet fitters would come out to that property any more.

In the UK, one of the first modern (ie publicly salaried) police forces was the Metropolitan police, founded in 1829 on the principle of “policing by consent” rather than by force. In other words, our police uphold the law because we want them to not because they have shooters.

Additionally, politically, there was a lot of disquiet about the formation of a paramilitary arm of the government when the army had been used to repress and supress in living memory. So the police were created to be clearly distinct from an armed military.