Just overheard the narrator on Help We Bought a Village say “After being slowly left to die, new owners Kip and Trudy are slowly bringing the village back to life,” and holy dangling modifier, Batman!
Hope today isn’t the last time this summer that England beats the rest of the world.
One thing they have *absolutely* managed to do is produce a *James Bond* video game. It has moments where it captures the feel of Bond perfectly.
Spoilers for The Other Bennet Sister, I suppose? I wouldn’t say it’s a spoiler, but I’d be annoyed if someone posted this without a warning.
Anyway. Seven episodes in, and we both think Charlotte Lucas should run off to Italy with Mr. Rider, and Mary & Mr. Collins settle down together.
Who needs crème de cassis when you have a bottle of moscato and Ribena?
Everything I’ve ever seen of Andrew Tate has been tiresome, but that video where he proudly announces he can’t read a novel because he has the same deficiencies of comprehension, attention span and self-regulation that prevent a six-year-old from reading a novel? PURE GOLD. STILL LAUGHING.
And he concludes he’s “too smart” to be capable of reading. Someone refuses to stand up for thirty years and then declares their tiny, atrophied calf muscles too strong to go for a stroll.
Soccer Aid takes its charitable mission so seriously that this year it’s at the London Stadium in an attempt to keep West Ham relevant.
me: [awakening one morning from uneasy dreams to find myself transformed in my bed into a gigantic insect] how orwellian
