Go on go on go on go on go on
I’ve organised to have my body donated to a medical school for dissection. It was quite complicated, lots of forms to be filled in and witnessed. My executor has to phone the university when I die & they send a van to collect me. They won’t accept my body if I’ve died of something communicable, or it was eg some accident that left me too mangled. When they’re done with me I’ll be cremated and my name goes up on a plaque in a special garden.
His lack of insight makes him a dipshit. Cishet, neurotypical, yet he was unable to see the situation from the woman’s point of view.
If you have your phone with you, try and get a photo of him. It sucks that you had to cut short your workout. It may be that what you experienced as “staring”, he thought of as “looking” - men can be oblivious to how they are perceived - but that’s no excuse.
I remember this one guy telling a bunch of us how he’d “helped” a woman late one night, by walking behind her on a deserted street, “to see that no harm came to her”. Boy did we lay into him. In the end he understood that a) he had actually stalked this poor woman and b) next time he should cross the road so she had one less thing to worry about. What a dipshit.
Old lady here. When you’re young (teens, twenties), your body can bounce back from all kinds of abuse - eg heavy drinking, extreme sports. As you age, bouncing back is harder, permanent damage can result. Drinking heavily can kill your liver. Extreme sports can kill your joints. Your fifties is when you need to take stock of your general health and do stuff to support it. Like, not furring up/hardening your arteries with bad habits. Exercising so your muscles can support your joints, all that stuff. It’s not a time to take up smoking! Soon enough you’ll be in your seventies like me, and still striding about enjoying life thanks to the prep you did earlier.
Having said all that, the only area I can think of where I’ve “let go” is clothing. I dress purely for comfort these days, fuck fashion.
Also Scotland has a different legal system. Northern Ireland does as well, I believe.
The more you drill down into UK history the messier it becomes. Scotland’s history alone is crazy. My favourite yarn is the Darien scheme, which pretty much wrecked the country’s economy in the late 1690s. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darien_scheme
Oh, and if you think corporations are out of control today, check out the East India Company. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_India_Company Their trading shenanigans brought on the Opium Wars and the American Revolution.
Sort of like the “Hollywood suitcase”, which appears to be just about big enough for some underwear and a hairbrush, when I’m lugging clean clothes, toiletries, shoes, pyjamas, all for a weekend away.
Ah, the Scunthorpe problem… https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scunthorpe_problem
If I Google my name it comes up with the victim of an unsolved murder in the US. Quite good for privacy, but it must discombobulate some old acquaintances.
I kissed the blarney stone once, disgusting business. I lay down, half my body hanging out under the parapet, while a man held on to my legs. Reached up my head and put my lips on the stone. What was I thinking?!?
It’s an upper crust thing. A bit old-fashioned as well.
A friend going to work in Oslo was asked if she had sorted out clothing for winter. She said, “Well I have my winter coat,” indicating the one she was wearing . Her colleague-to-be fingered it and said, “No, that’s your autumn coat.” Her winter coat, it turned out, was a down-stuffed waterproof.
I’m in the UK and KFC has gone downhill here too - something I’m very grateful for! A few years ago I got a real craving for a crispy, juicy piece of chicken with the colonel’s secret spices. I ended up with a grim, wizened leg that tasted of stale oil and despair. Never again. My own cooking is sooo much better, and cheaper too. Win win!
How do you say 1901 then? One thousand nine hundred and one? Nineteen hundred and one? Or nineteen oh one? Have you ever heard of the Eighteen Hundred and Twelve Overture?
I’m in the “twenty oh one” etc camp, it’s concise and consistent.
Scotland too: “hen” to women, “pal” to everyone.
Ah. Maybe work up a few phrases explaining your situation ahead of the trip?
Be open, humble, friendly, listen more than you talk. Try and learn a bit about the country you’re in, not to have opinions about it, but to better understand the people you meet. Happy travels!
Oh, that is so much more interesting than wordle! Thanks.
Shetland is an archipelago, but ok. Historically populations in the Scottish islands moved around a lot more than you would think. Sick of the tiny village you grew up in? Hop in a boat and go to Orkney, or Skye, or Lewis. Travel by land was difficult, by sea was comparatively easier. There was also a lot of incomer traffic, from Ireland, Scandinavia, even the Baltic. So yes, there might have been a tiny fraction of genetic connection, but unlikely to be significant.
Next up: you don’t fall down, you “have a fall”.