Royal Mail releases Brexit anniversary scratch & sniff stamp that smells of raw sewage.

Vampire iPhone, stake through the CPU

It’s Hugh Jass

I don’t get the RCS hype. I already have apps for rich messaging and RCS offers nothing for me over those apps. What I do appreciate is SMS, which is posed to be killed-off by RCS. I can rely on SMS even when there is no data signal, can’t say that for RCS. I wish I had a way to permanently disable RCS on my Pixel 6a, instead I have to keep rejecting the ‘upgrade to RCS’ dialog.

Jean-Luc Picard, of the Jeanterprise, NCC-1701D(enim)

Certainly on the jetty, near the jeach

It’s this not the kind of scenario the founding fathers foresaw when drafting the second amendment?

Not a big one. In my 20s, asleep in bedroom, girlfriend asleep next to me. I wake up and see dancing, glowing blue filaments, about 20cm long, moving through the bedroom. No sound, bedroom is otherwise completely dark. It was a similar glow to Cherenkov Radiation, but at a much smaller scale, and clearly defined, glowing threads.

Wake girlfriend who grumpily agrees they exist before falling asleep again.

5 minutes later they just stop and I never see them again.

We were the only people in the house, in a room with blackout curtains and with all electrical items turned off at the wall (UK plugs rule).

Still no explanation to this day.

I read the whole article, yet in my head it was being narrated by Adam Curtis. Same vibes.

Nods of approval from those in the UK who remember Bruce Forsyth.

I hope you also have a t-shirt that says, ‘stop staring at my face, the citation is down here’

It depends, I think. If it’s a scurrilous, untrue rumour about your sexual habits, then it will be preserved indefinitely. If it’s some critical information, that is only published in one place, and you need to cite it for a paper, then it’s either gone or modified beyond recognition.

If you’re all ears, how would you propose to use the soap?

You have a great opportunity with discover-england.co.uk to fill it with pictures of Rwanda and troll the government.

God-tier joke, bravo.

Trans-galactic smuggler, Hana Solo