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Grammar Tip #42 understanding adverbs is quite important

Agree. The story avoids the tired, cliched tropes of Hollywood, using instead a very British equivalent of the remote, very traditional and often brutal (as in life, rather than Hollywood’s predictable body-strewn violence) rural landscapes +communities depicted in BM. The well-written family dynamic into which the foreign seasonal worker interposes is the heart of the story. And the graphic depiction of the frustrated +resentful son, releasing his built-up anger against everyone including the foreigner, and his eventual realisation and, finally, acceptance of who he is and what he truly wants and needs in his life, is portrayed with beautiful subtlety by the writers, actors and filmmakers to deliver what is denied us in most gay movies - a credible and deeply satisfying ending. Edit to add: if you do watch this, you need to see the full uncut movie (check the runtime). You’ll also probably need subtitles…

twerky ducky

bad zombie!! *SMACK!*

Today is National Cake Day! 🎂 🍰 🧁 🎉 🎊 I’ve been catching up (iPlayer if you can access it) last year’s “Hot Cakes” series about an adorably cute “couple team” running a cake shop in Cardiff …and just in case the title joke flew past you, yeah🔥 *naughty BBC *

and knitting today that cute ball of fluff looks so innocent… good job we know different

Lazy Cat again

the creature behind them seems to think so too

Previously… cute tail

LPO (Little Pink One) gonna gobble the pie

pop them on some plates …then we can eat them

The day Jeff Buckley (1966-97) sang Dido’s Lament, by Henry Purcell (1659-95) This was never meant to be recorded and preserved for all time. Like most live music performances, it would exist only in that moment, forever lost when time moved on. We have it because some bootlegger in the audience captured it on a crappy recording device but, despite the poor recording, the amazing quality of Jeff Buckley’s voice shines through, loaded with feeling and emotion. It is my favourite recording of this song. Some background on how Jeff came to sing this song, which was written c 300 years before his time, can be found in a book by Jeff's manager (Dave Lory) “Jeff Buckley: from Hallelujah to Last Goodbye", Post Hill Press, 2018 'We had a small shopping list of stuff Jeff had asked us to pick up: peppermint tea, black hair dye, and a CD of “Dido’s Lament.” The week after Glastonbury, Jeff had been booked to appear at Meltdown, another prestigious annual event, held in London at the Royal Festival Hall. Each year an artist known for being eclectic was made guest curator of a week of genre-crossing concerts, and that year’s curator was Elvis Costello, who had invited Jeff to sing with an orchestra. After discussing singing some Mahler in the original German, Jeff decided he wanted to try “Dido’s Lament.” Sam had located a music shop in Bath where we could pick up the CD. It was a tiny place up a steep hill, so small that six skinny people would fill it. There were no racks; you just asked at the counter for what you wanted. An old guy was serving, and when I asked for a copy of “Dido’s Lament” for one of my male artists, he laughed and told me no man could sing it. The only other person in the store was a young dude, around eighteen years old, who asked which artist it was for. “Jeff Buckley,” I said. He turned to the shopkeeper and said, “Jeff Buckley can sing it.” I laughed, tickled that word about Jeff had reached out here ... The show was a few days later and, although not quite a black-tie event, the atmosphere was very formal—the crowd was seemingly classical music fans having a daring night out. There were some priceless looks on their faces when this rumpled dude came out and started singing. It was so much fun watching their reaction that I hardly watched Jeff. But he sounded incredible. That kid in the Bath music store knew what he was talking about. I got chills. Elvis Costello: “When he started singing ‘Dido’s Lament,’ there were all these classical musicians who could not believe it. Here’s a guy shuffling up onstage and singing a piece of music normally thought to be the property of certain types of a specifically developed voice, and he’s just singing, not doing it like a party piece but doing something with it.” “ ”That’s an understatement,” says cellist Philip Sheppard, who was in the orchestra. “I remember the silhouette of his frame as he bent almost double to wrench every ounce of meaning from a song written three hundred years ago. Better than any classical musician I’ve ever heard. It’s probably the greatest musical experience of my life; it turned my world inside out…made me realize I was a musician who played through study rather than played through feel, an incredibly pivotal moment for me. I think about him nearly every day, which is quite strange really, because I only met him for about half an hour.”

British humour explained… Quora “British people seem to work so incredibly hard to find double entendres in innocuous statements. I watch a lot of British comedy and there are many times they act like an incredible innuendo was made but upon review, I cannot find the joke.” Reply I met an American girl in a bar who asked for an explanation to this too. So I gave her one. BBC radio comedy show "The lovely Samantha is having dinner with her gentleman friend the butcher this evening. Last week she had his beef in ale, but tonight she's having his tongue in cider"

tricksie bear cheated!! Bad bear

two teensy weensy potential problemettes with your fearlessness - foreign travel Spider Defence Plans in place? - French invaders currently bed bugs, spiders next…?

Pudgy Penguin

my fridge IS very clean *preens smugly*

that poor guacamole is being stabbed to death by a psycho Dorito bad Dorito! bad bear!

that was the evil Bond villain cackling with glee after he pressed the Big Red Destruction Button…

Exploding power station? - just a minor distraction in a football game

Also peddling lies - like flightless birds can fly

too many eyes too many legs too much hair *shudders*