I'm writing about the folkloric idea that a woman who wants to run long distances must be a witch. Hares were thought to be shape-shifting female runners in witchy disguise.
I'm quite taken by these images of witch-hares, dreaming of running long distances and behaving badly.
If you come to the UK illegally:
➡️ You can’t claim asylum
➡️ You can’t benefit from our modern slavery protections
➡️ You can’t make spurious human rights claims
➡️ You can’t stay
My sole takeaway from Pepsi, Where's My Jet? so far is that I should attempt some kind of stunt so that in 30 years Netflix/whatever will pay for me to visit Antarctica (whatever's left of it).
I know I've said it before, but it's a nice memory for me so I'll say it again: I served Terry Nutkins in a motorway service station a bunch of times. I'd give him a large cappuccino for the price of a small. A lovely man.
I found someone's purse on the ground in the middle of nowhere, what is the correct protocol? Police station tomorrow? (I took the purse and left a note on a signpost with my phone number on so they could text me??)