Shotgun

Churchill Downs investigating deaths of seven horses. TLDR: They don't know.

Kentucky Derby day here in the US following a 2-week festival of horse racing on the flat. Just the seven horses needing to be euthanised this year.

You're mixing them up with Black Sabbath. Understandable really.

I've never been able to understand how the people most outraged at the idea of their taxes being used to help people worse off than them, are so utterly delighted at the idea of their taxes being used to help people astronomically better off than them. Perhaps one of P&B's monarchists can explain it to me? I'll wait.

If any of you want to support this "challenge", it's to walk 50 miles. Not 50 miles in a day, or even a week. But in a month. Yes, a month. That works out to a little over a mile and a half each day. I've walked further than that on days when I haven't left the house.

I think a lot depends on how long he's in the big chair. The media plays a much bigger part in shaping public opinion than most people are willing to admit and his ongoing relationship with them will be critical. When Ugly Prince Charlie first jumped the broom, the media fawning was nauseating, as was seeing how many sheep willfully went along with it. The national hysteria was much the same then as we're seeing right now. During the years either side of the marriage breakup, Chuckie was reviled and hated. Many were predicting the fall of the monarchy back then. Right now, he's Superman again and why? Because it sells newspapers and generates clicks. Even sensible and cultured sophisticates like the members of P&B are reading stories about him. Only to ridicule, obviously, but that still generates ad revenue. Once the novelty of the Coronation has worn off and people get back to their desperate, miserable lives, it's quite possible the media will turn on him again. Given time, it might just be enough to bring the country to its senses. But if he crosses the Styx to join Maw & Paw before too long, Good King Billy will take on the golden hat and so far at least, he's beloved by the great unwashed. We'll just have to wait and see how well the PR bods can keep him in public favour. Sadly, I can see the monarchy still being in place by the time wee Geordie steps up to the penalty spot.

One's probably their everyday runabout. For going to the shops, picking up the kids from school and so on. The other's kept nice for special occasions.

You can guarantee there will be enough for the media to find a couple to film so they can pretend it’s a representation of the whole nation. If this was in a novel it would either be a dystopian sci-fi nightmare or a comic portrayal of a tinpot dictatorship. FFS.

CRACKERJACK!!!

Really? Bugger, I hate being wrong.

No, Joseph of Aramethia carried it for him. God Jr just sauntered up with his hands in his pockets.

In "Innocents Abroad", published 1869, Mark Twain recounts the story of a group of Americans touring Europe and the Middle East. At almost every stop they purchased slivers of the "true cross". Seems like it was big business even in the early days of tourism, On another note, did crucifixees each get their own, custom built cross? I would've thought that as soon as they cut one transgressor down, there would be another ready to be nailed up in his place. Or do they want us to believe that as Heyseus' cross was being dismantled, a Roman soldier thought "You know what? I should hold onto this. It'll be worth something in a few hundred years. I'll stick it in my garage until I can chop it up into wee bits."

I knew it!

Yesterday, by my house.

Ronnie Fucking Pickering!

Ah, the two what? Uh…uh, what was that word?

Have you been giggling for the last 6 years and 5 months?

The families of the 5 workers would get a healthy pay day from Scotrail’s insurers. Enough for a week in Benidorm at least. Humpty Dumpty on the other hand, probably doesn’t even have a job. Wait until the trolley has scattered the 5 like bowling pins, then push fatty off the wall just for lolz.

This was featured in an instalment of The Broons when Paw decided to do it the old way. He broke his tooth on a toy car.

In my experience, the sort of inanity shared above is almost exclusively the milieu of women aged over 50.

Just reading this post set my mouth a-watering. Get yourself an invite.

Her: Oh crap, the face recognition on my phone has stopped working. Me: (Almost asleep) Gnfughn? Her: Jesus, it's not even taking my password now. Shit, shit, shit! Me: (Coming awake) Let me see. . . . Me: This is my phone. Her: Oh, well they look the same. Me: Do you have a photo of my mountain bike as your wallpaper? Her: . . . Me: 'night.

Please tell me it's "Twatt". Pleeeeeeeze

"This weather" At the moment.