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A lot of years ago when the whole dance / rave thing was quite new, but not so underground that office boys from the sticks hadn’t heard about it, I went to a VW Beetle thing at Santa Pod. Thumping repetitive beats were being pounded out of a big marquee and everyone was loving it and we were all happy well in to the early hours and beyond. Just let the music take you. Feel that. I left the tent, I was in quite a happy state, and sitting there in the grass left by someone was the biggest joint of this marijewana I’d previously read about. The biggest **** you’ve ever seen. So I took it. Took it back to my tent for research porpoises. But couldn’t get anything out of it. Rubbish. No wonder it had been left there just sticking out of the ground. When I woke up a few hours later, it was one of them big long lasting outdoor bbq candle / torch things. Great music though, great night.

You just know that with 5 minutes research someone will be able to trace the origins of the Chelsea bun to Armenian immigrants fleeing 14th century persecution somewhere run by a tory.

I see the Russians have taken carpet bombing a bit too literally.

Perhaps I could get the national trust interested.

That reminds me, I need foam for the cushions.

Feels like a less dispiriting end than handing it over to the Pleasant View Care Facility plc..

Brilliant appointment. Get that man more airtime and more national exposure. He could get tory support in to the mid teens.

My understanding is selling it for a quid is a problem, and selling it within 7 years of death is a problem. But selling it to OurHouse2024 Ltd., for a few tens of thousands, and paying rent to OurHouse2024 Ltd of a few tens of thousands and living 8 years is acceptable. That’s a very abbreviated version, but there is a route. Just an idea for now.

At some point in the next few years I think we might be selling our house to our kids and then renting it back from them. That appears to be the safest way of attempting to get our major asset over to them rather than over to a care home for 8 months of school dinners or whatever you get for a few hundred thousand these days.

I suspect it’s as simple as even they have had enough of themselves.

It is a bloody bugger of a problem, too few younger people to back fill all the job roles and play keepy uppy with the GDP. I just hope that once they’ve stopped all this immigration it’s the next thing they turn their laser focus on.

Well, I’d prefer the Utah Saints, but its perfectly ok.

There are 1,700 second homes, or long term vacant homes in neath Port Talbot. The local authority have just voted to increase rates for these properties to 200% above ‘normal’ rates. That is, you’ll now be paying 300% rates on an empty property or second home. It’ll be interesting to see at what price point this actually impacts the number of empty and second homes. In the meantime, the LA are estimating this will raise £2.4million in additional revenue, or release homes back on to the market.

I do like a room with some armchairs, a bath, and a fridge. That’s pretty much most things covered. Just needs a dance pole or a sex cradle swing and it’s good to go.

It’s almost as if leaving water supply to an overseas entity legally obliged to extract profit might not be the best idea.

Possibly one for @bickster ? Richard Norris memoir book tour talk:

Thames Water, Southern, and others have sold off reservoirs. I guess the question, should the water monopoly in your area be responsible for planning to supply sufficient water, is essentially a political one.

A full roast dinner is greater than the sum of its parts.

Somehow, in the last few weeks, we have absolutely nailed the recipe and cooking of Yorkshire puddings. Now, self assessment is a wonderful thing, but they are genuinely the best.

Yep, that’s where our cups are super easy, all colour coded. A blue cup of ‘x’ and a yellow cup of ‘y’. As you say, no measuring no adding and subtracting small amounts, just scoop, tap, go.

That’s genuinely a level of palate or taste that’s above mine. If I was around someone’s house and they handed me a glass of beer there is zero chance I could tell if it had been poured from a can or bottle, unless I saw it.

I use a set of cups for those simple little recipes that are just easier with cups. Just something simple like, for instance, porridge. Getting the proportion of oats to milk correct is super fast and super easy using cups. Idiot proof every time.

Are people suggesting that in a blind tasting they could tell whether a beer originated from a can or a bottle? Or is this purely an aesthetics bias?