@SoundDobad I know this may sound petty, but I can’t stand it when people put photoshop a meth pipe in my mouth. A crack pipe doesn’t have that little bowl at the end. This is why we can’t trust AI. Please make the appropriate edit. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
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The great Paul Whitehouse is 68 years old today, which means I am obliged to post this (again!) - arguably the most majestically random but brilliant comedy sketch committed to celluloid for at least the last, what, forty, forty five years?
Yes, forty, forty five years.
Happy birthday Paul 🤘
I lived in Japan for a year. Most of my experiences were exhausting in ways I’d rather not get into, but this one still makes me laugh.
I was on the train in Osaka, minding my own business, when I noticed a group of school kids a few seats down. They were whispering, glancing at me, then whispering again. They kept passing a folded piece of paper between them as if they were planning something top secret.
I watched this go on for two stops.
Finally, one of the kids was pushed forward by the others. He walked over to me slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal that might bite. He stopped right in front of me, bowed politely, and held out the folded paper with both hands.
I opened it.
Inside was a handwritten note in careful English: “Hello. We think you are a very cool person. We are practicing our English. We hope this note is correct. Please give us a score.”
At the bottom, they had drawn a literal grading box, out of ten.
I looked up. Seven pairs of eyes were staring at me as if their entire semester depended on my response.
I pulled out a pen, wrote “10/10” in the box, and added a note: “Perfect English. Well done.”
The boy carried it back to the group. They read it together… and absolutely lost their minds. High-fives, jumping, and one kid even pumped his fist in the air.
Their teacher, who had been pretending not to watch from the end of the car, was biting her lip, trying hard not to smile.
I rode the rest of the journey grinning to myself.
That’s the Japan I always remember.
Royal marines strap themselves to an apache to recover the CORPSE of a colleague being held in a taliban stronghold. This mentality has been a thing in anglo military culture for hundreds of years
@Arrogance_0024 The European reaction to the most complex, daring and successful rescue mission in decades, "But vat about ze money you spent zaving his life? Vaz it vorth it?"
>be rock dove, 5000 BC
>perch on a sheltered cliff near early human settlements
>humans approach with grain
>no way out, heart racing
>they don't hunt you
>they offer food and shelter
>be domesticated pigeon, 3000 BC
>bred by man for meat, eggs, and sometimes beauty
>you live in lofts beside humans
>many civilisations discover this
>be messenger pigeon, 1350 BC
>your homing instinct carries news across deserts and seas
>Egyptians, Persians, Greeks, and Romans all depend on your wings
>news of war, notable events, and even Olympic results travel faster than any horse or runner
>be carrier pigeon, Middle Ages to 1800s
>you connect monasteries, armies, merchants, stock exchanges, and kings
>you are the fastest communication on Earth
>you cover 200 miles a day
>there was even a London to Paris pigeon post route
>be war pigeon, 1914-1945
>you fly through bullets, shrapnel and poison gas
>Cher Ami takes a bullet, loses a leg and an eye, but still delivers the message that saves 194 men
>dozens of your kind are awarded medals for heroism
>be common pigeon, 1950s
>radio and telephone finally make you obsolete
>your human keepers release you or let you escape
>but you were bred to stay near people
>be racing pigeon, 1970s-1980s
>peak of pigeon fancying
>working-class men in industrial towns and council estates keep lofts on rooftops
>every weekend thousands race you across the country
>even the Queen has her own loft with around 200 pigeons, she is a keen pigeon fancier
>you are a beloved hobby, a passion handed down through generations since the 1800s
>be pigeon, 2026
>you do exactly what humans bred you for ten thousand years to do: live among us in their cities
>you flock to squares and rooftops
>they call you “rats with wings” and “vermin”
>spikes on ledges, nets, poison, birth control in the feed
>after millennia of loyal service, we despise you for existing
Wherever you are in Britain, you hear it.
In gardens, along streets, across fields.
As spring begins, the birds return.
Before the traffic, before the noise.
Still there, as it always has been.
@silvopasturist@6Shittalkerffs It’s not weakness just respect for an animal who produced year after year without a single complaint. They truly are Gods creatures.
What sensible forward thinking cutting edge leading nation is having a DEBATE on whether or not there should be VOTER ID?!?!!!! Like?!?!? They’re actually fighting NOT to have ppl present ID while voting for your leaders!!!!! Do you get it?!?!!!! Do you get it now?!?!!!
We are the people of Scott, Shackleton, and Mallory.
We planted the flag in impossible places. We endured the impossible. We never surrendered.
Remember who we are. 🇬🇧
Most retire at 65—Colonel Sanders was just getting started. After losing his restaurant to a highway bypass, living on $105 a month, and sleeping in his car while pitching his chicken recipe to 1,009 restaurants, he finally got a yes. His secret spices and pressure-cooking method grew into a billion-dollar empire. Age doesn’t matter when you refuse to quit.