“It was illegal until the mid-1960s for bars in New York to sell alcohol to people known to be gay.” en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_…
I love the wonderful terminology of American music in the 1940’s. Crooner, bobby soxers, doo-wop, hep cat, zoot suit, rag cutter, jitterbug, be-bop, boogie-woogie, hepcat, juke joint, swooner, moldy fig, killer-diller.
The original toilet roll patent from 1891 clearly shows it should hang over the roll, not under.
The Google Maps iOS app finally has a speedometer on it.
I rate films precisely out of 100. I can tell you exactly what I liked and disliked.
But books? They’re all just “pretty good I guess”.
Sunday so far: a walk, a shop and a burger from a greasy spoon. 🥾🌲🍔
Next: Tour de France and then either Snatch or Hot Fuzz. Steak pie for dinner. 🚵🍿🥧
I’ve written about the struggle of birthdays in an extrovert-centric world. Ron Swanson gets it.
Post England game. The sun has come out and I’m drinking a Leffe 0% beer 🍺☀️
My second ever non-alcoholic beer. It’s surprisingly nice. Aside from its lack of head and over-sweetness it’s tough to tell it’s non-alcoholic.
I think the concept of ‘cultural appropriation’ is largely nonsense. But some of you have definitely appropriated “y’all”.