

It’s like the Upper Class Twit Of The Year Show, but with pleadings.
Rarely entirely serious. Fond of otters and dogs, scarily obsessive about music and old videogames. He/him.


It’s like the Upper Class Twit Of The Year Show, but with pleadings.


This is just weird. Like, he could obviously afford the train fares, and in any event employers like HSBC usually subsidise or at least provide interest-free loans to cover the (admittedly exorbitant) costs of season tickets. Why do this? A cheap thrill?


She’s right, of course. Although those losers hanging around ports in balaclavas aren’t so much intimidating as just sad. Like, you just know that every one of those guys has lost access to their kids and lives on their own in a shitty little flat above a shop with only Stella and a stupidly oversized telly for company.


Yeah, that was a “finger through the toilet paper” moment. A return to the Troubles is the last damned thing we need right now.
Well, anyone with a secret phone they’re e.g. hiding from an abusive spouse has had that blown, haven’t they? But at least they now know portable barbecues and fireworks are a Not Very Good Idea when the country is basically a tinderbox. So, there’s that.


My wife and children have UK/US dual nationality, so we’ve run into this. What we do is carry both sets of passports, exit and enter the UK with British passports and exit and enter the United States with US passports. In our experience, the UK authorities don’t care as long as you’re legal and don’t give you grief, and the US authorities will usually be dicks to you for a bit but they do eventually let you through.
That said, we’re white. The position might be quite different if you’re not.
Most people don’t know how to self-host. Most people don’t know what self-hosting is. Most people don’t know what hosting is.
This post is a prime example of a weird logical fallacy that seems to permeate the tech world in particular, and which goes something like this: