Things heard, and links, from the Mild Day on Saturday. In no
particular order.
"You mean the US site is smarter than the UK site?"
"Side effects may include: death".
"It's the tugging as the stitches come out, and your vision distorts."
"The records from my youth… are mouldering in a storeroom somewhere in
Manchester."
"Craterer isn't that much of a profession, and you never get to
collect the pension."
"I'm planning to cook myself this evening."
"And the rest is playing with the sluice gate, so at least there's
that."
A toast to Stanislav Yevgrafovich Petrov.
"What's she doing these days?" "Nothing since she published her
autobiography in 1985."
"Going by what I know of Saffron Walden, there will be about three
women of ages sixty to sixty-five who want all the local history
they can get."
"'And then, he lost thirty pounds' worth of curried goat' — not a
sentence I'd have heard in my youth."
"If anybody's going to be doing any knife fighting round here, it's
going to be me."
"I gave that to Marianne, and she gave it to Mick, and he wrote
Sympathy for the Devil".
(When KFC first came to the UK) "So they went down the Job Centre…
you're the manager, you, you, you and you are staff, good to go."
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