I have just been watching University Challenge, and I am becoming increasingly annoyed by the new presenter. One question was about a certain school of composing. Nobody knew the answer, but the presenter forgot to tell us! This is on top of him repeatedly talking about the non-existent word Haitch. You would expect a BBC presenter to know the alphabet!
I can't stand the new presenter of University Challenge. Any time I've seen him doing interviews he spends more time sneering at the person he's interviewing and talking over them, than he does allowing them to actually answer a question.
Well that's rude @Songbird-2. Can people just let their dog wander onto your property? A tourist tried it here once. His dog p££d against my big pile of weeds. He did not expect me to be up and about at six in the morning obviously... till I yelled at him. Dirty stinker! I would have bundled those all up in my arms to take away if I hadn't seen him! 🤢
I've caught people letting their dogs do their business up our drive. Worse, people too, who think they can't be seen if they do it behind an outbuilding. But they can be seen from the back garden. Boy, do I let rip. Passing parents bring their children up. The number of times I've said that they only need to knock at the door, and if the child is that desperate, we have a REAL toilet out the back.
That's beyond awful @rowlandscastle444.🤢 Some people have no scruples or pride and respect. Think I would be taking my garden brush ( pretty harsh bristles) to them . Unbelieveable the levels some will sink to, disgusting.
This is not curmudgeonly, just intensely moving yet interesting. From being called up at the age of 19 to his death at Monte Casino 18 months later my wife’s uncle dutifully sent letters home at every opportunity, every one carrying the salutation “Dear Folks” and the last posted two days before he died. All the letters have been typed and professionally bound.
Sydney was a bit of a lothario with three girl friends sending him treats to his training camp at Catterick but one tiny detail caught my eye: on Christmas Day 1942 there were three postal collections and three postal deliveries. O tempora o mores.
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Boy, do I let rip. Passing parents bring their children up. The number of times I've said that they only need to knock at the door, and if the child is that desperate, we have a REAL toilet out the back.
Sydney was a bit of a lothario with three girl friends sending him treats to his training camp at Catterick but one tiny detail caught my eye: on Christmas Day 1942 there were three postal collections and three postal deliveries. O tempora o mores.