Four years

 

TO THINK that it’s been only four years to the day that I was let off crutches — a highly memorable ordeal for me that lasted 37 months and taught me a few things about the people of my town.

I rarely reblog the work of others and don’t like to repost my own stuff, but I should think some people needed reminding on a variety of things for a variety of reasons.

This post originally appeared on 15 July 2012, now updated with very slight editing touches to align with the demands of today’s over-(in)sensitive souls.

(Image via International Boarding & Pet Services)

And you think this is enough, do you?

10.18pm local time, 33°C (91°F), hot and bothered

AFTER the D-Day commemorations, try this for size.

(via c4c)

No.

Not true.

Elle Ess Dee (Part 2)

<< BACK TO PART 1

8.09am local time, 27°C (81°F), rainy days and nights

RHINO AND LOLLY,
BREAD AND HONEY

Life used to be coin-operated.

Nearly everything in the old days was priced, sold, bought and paid for in coins. Then Mammon (Thatcher) came to power. We went full retard and everything began to cost in notes (‘bills’ to our American cousins).

By the way, “bread and honey” is Cockney slang for ‘money.’

‘What’s that in old money?’

UK decimal ‘shrapnel’: the 20p came in the 1980s and £1 later still
(via UK Metric Association)