A referee can give red cards to managers, substitutes, and coaching staff. Basically there was a big fight.

They are fundamentally contrary fuckwits, so no surprises there.

Hardly surprising given the unrelenting barrage of negative propaganda from almost every outlet. Actually, that’s not quite right. It’s every fucking outlet.

“Well maybe they were voting in the interests of the country?”

Yeah. That’ll be it.

“[Neil McCulloch] told BBC Radio Scotland the Rosebank field was of “low significance” compared with total production globally” - Not much point in drilling it then.

Oh, and these two quotes:
“But the boss of oil company Adura, CEO Neil McCulloch, says fossil fuels will be needed for years to come”
followed by:
"[Andy Burnham] said “We won’t be able to stop using oil and gas for some time. That’s just a fact.”

Great to see them both singing from the same defeatist climate fucking hymnsheet. And finally:

“The question is whether we can accelerate use of it so that we pay for the transition.”

What the actual fuck is this new stupidity? Burning fossil fuels to save the planet! Fuck me. We deserve everything we get.

Yes. The university was about to launch an independent investigation into the whole thing. There was lots of evidence that he did.

I measured it with a ruler and it’s about 3 inches less secure.

“The law is clear, says Prof Jeannie Paterson. “If I deploy an AI agent and it causes harm to someone else, I am responsible for that harm.”

In case you were wondering if it wasn’t the bleeding obvious.

It has been 0 days since Dementia Don said something idiotic.

I think we need to change the counter to hours.

“Hugo Lennon … believed to be one of the organizers behind an “anti-immigration” march on a sacred Indigenous site in the city last year.”

At this point it’s better to get a bicycle.

There’s nothing like the freedom of having a car, trapped in a traffic jam, being forced to watch adverts. At least you won’t notice all the cyclists going past you.

Those police officers must be very proud of themselves.

He doesn’t mind. He was originally “Slinki”, (and still is at the vet’s - who told us he was a girl), but he kept farting, so it made sense to change his informal name. He’s also known as “Binky”, “Bonky”, “Stonky”, or even “Binky Bonky Boo”, and he really doesn’t care as long as you scritch him under the chin.

What? By dying?

Just wait until all the technical debt has to be paid as well.