Mrs P and I have run away to the Alps for a rest.

Thank you!

Good news! One of the cabin crew noticed it seemed a bit quiet on board. So they let us on in the end.

The good news is that my flight is ready to leave. They’ve closed the doors, disconnected the ground connections, connected the tug and got ready to push back. All the passengers are watching this from the jet bridge, wondering we’ll be allowed to board before takeoff.

Half a goblin, obviously.

Yoda: marijuana? Yoda’s girlfriend: oh my god yes! we’re gonna have such an amazing wedding— Yoda: *long drag* fucked up I have

Priest: Do you take this woman to be your wife? Yoda: Do I. Priest: Do you? Yoda: Do I. Priest: … Yoda: … Bride: (sigh) You do you. Yoda: … Etc

I agree - our giant hedgehog that can take out an electricity pylon with a single bite (as illustrated) should definitely be on our banknotes. Because who knows what damage he might do if he’s not included.

Perhaps we all gravitate to Bluesky… I am also mildly face blind. I once tried to pick up the wrong child from school, which was embarrassing. Uniforms shouldn’t be allowed.

Can we have the traditional “Jesus saves” goalkeeper joke please?

Perhaps they’ve been on an alpha particle course.

Estne Avis? Estne machina? Minime! Est superfrater!

Hammering it into an open goal like Jude Bellingham against a team of 12-year-olds.

Thank you!

This is what the upper classes call tennis. Wimbleball.

And schools in the early 1980s had vending machines. And there was plenty of pre decimal coinage lying around at home in those days.

Any teacher with more than 2 brain cells wouldn’t announce “…because you can use an old halfpenny to get a free drink”, would they?

The buffet culture clash works both ways. In a Uk hotel breakfast buffet I saw a chap (whom I think was Japanese) eating a fried egg with strawberry jam.