we had this exact scenario with kids climbing and yelling all over the plane on a flight from Heathrow to Athens several years ago. parents just completely ignoring them as they climb like monkeys and scream at each other for three straight hours. literally the worst people
I loathe the people on airplanes that stand up right when the plane stops and seatbelt light it turned off.
It's generational too. People my MIL's age still default to Imperial but youngs prefer metric. Also they measure fuel efficiency in MPG even though you buy fuel here in litres.
This maybe should go in the unpopular opinions thread but baked beans are way too mediocre to be as ubiquitous as they are. And for breakfast, christ.
I find the baked beans odd but I'll still eat them. A soggy semi-grilled half-of-a-tomato I find offputting. Especially when the rest of the Full English is like a sausage, another sausage, a blood sausage, bacon, and a sunny side up egg.
I was in the Cayman Islands last month and rented a car. Right hand drive, KMH only on dash, drove on left side of road. Everywhere was pretty much 25 or 40, but it just said the number inside a red circle. I just assumed it was KMH cause Brits. I’d get passed constantly and was like “man no one even comes close to following speed limit”. Halfway through the week we went through construction and they had one of those signs that flashed messages. Said something like “construction zone 25 mph” or something. Then I realized I had been driving 15 mph in the 25 zone and fucking 25 in the 40. Surprised no one got mad at me. Even when I was doing 60 in the middle of nowhere thinking I was going 20 over, I wasn’t even going the 40 mph speed limit They also used imperial gallons at the gas stations
I drove from Peterborough to Cardiff and back in one day and basically was treated like I'd done this.
They are a perfect breakfast role player imo. Saying that, zero chance I would ever make them myself at home.
This was back in 2016 when I was less online about living here. Missing you when I went thru the Brecon Beacons last year was less excusable
"The album title comes from a real life experience. Sixteen stone translates to 224 pounds, allegedly the weight of a young woman who catfished one of Rossdale's friends via a personal ad."
Where I’ve been maps been circulating on UK subs today, so here’s mine, aside from forgetting I’ve been to Cardiff and so I’ve visited Glamorgan and passed through Gloucester and Gwent
Not yet; wife and I are taking a week off at the end of September but probably going to Isle of Wight or Scotland
We here on Renewable Energy Island are all going to die for short term profits and because rich wankers don’t want wind farms on their coastal views.