Once I was out hillwalking (it’s nice to keep active). In the car on the way back I discovered that my walking movements had caused my phone to take some photos of the inside of my pocket.
I started deleting them, and it turned out my phone had taken no fewer than 1,142 (ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO) pocket photos, which I had to manually select and delete (there may have been an easier way, but if there was I didn’t know it).
Is now a good time to link to the ghost story I wrote about on medium?
No? Ok well basically stayed in a holiday home
In Minehead with mates, my friend said he saw a little girl ghost, we were all like LOL JK and he was like BARE TRUTH FAM and then the old lady who owned the house at the end of the week confirmed the house was haunted with a little girl and we were all like WOAH.
Well I had to select them all individually, but only hit the delete button once. There were over 1,140 of them though, so that’s still enough for an RSI I would think.
I went to @bugduv’s favourite supermarket, Booths, for the first time yesterday, and the woman at the cheese counter didn’t know what stichelton was. Fucking shitshow
You’re not going to believe this, but a new colleague I spoke to in the kitchen just now can’t quite believe it’s Monday already and is knackered despite getting nine hours sleep!
What is truly astonishing is I was not familiar with the word nesh until this morning when someone told me about it. And now you use it on this thread I’m reading