Sorry, I was just messing about. That show was my earliest memory of the bouncing ball on songs, and your comment reminded me of it.
But then how do you search through all your tabs? Isn't it the same effort?
Yeah, I can't process things in the moment at the best of times 😅 I don't know about calm.
The only shouting came from the assailants, as far as I remember. I don't remember anyone shouting or running about in panic. The other staff were just cowering behind the counter after setting off the alarm, I don't remember what the customers were doing.
You don't really expect someone to grab you and hold a gun to your head. I was just on autopilot, I suppose. I didn't get upset until after. But it gave me the perfect excuse to quit that job and I got enough pity points to get offered a paid position at the place I was volunteering at haha.
But tbh it was one of the less traumatising things I've been through 😅
I miss the days when my nephew would actively ask me for fun facts. He loved maths as well and we'd just do maths for fun. We watched a video about Rayo's number and he was fascinated with it for months.
His little sister knew the planets at the age of 2.
"What's this planet?"
"Papata."
"What's this one?"
"Taturn."
When you asked her what the sun was made of, she said, "Hot burning gases." My little nerd 😢
I hope they throw the booky wook at him.
Given that most private bike owners don't stop at red lights here in London, I doubt it would make a difference for rental bikes. I got sworn at by another cyclist because I stopped at a red.
If the UK did join the eurozone, it would be by choice. All you have to do is promise to join it. Then just sit on your heels. No one will actually make you. Case in point: Poland.
Since the convergence criteria require participation in the ERM, and non-eurozone member states are responsible for deciding when to join ERM, they can ultimately control when they adopt the euro by staying outside the ERM and thus deliberately failing to meet the convergence criteria until they wish to.
I learnt it from Alvin and the Chipmunks iirc.
M I, double S, I double S, I double P, I.
I could spell it, but I didn't know what it was.
I was held at gunpoint when I was 19 and worked in a post office. It doesn't really sink in until after. In the moment, it does appear pretty calm. You don't really expect someone to start waving a gun in your face. So I just got up and did what they said. If you were on the other side of the shop, it would only be the alarms blaring that would tip you off.
I've never been served one up, but I have seen a couple of videos talking about them. I recently saw one by Marina McBain, and the stuff in there is outright child abuse. Yet YouTube and tiktok etc allow and monetise this. I hope they as well as the parents get sued to oblivion by these kids.
That's why you sign it as Ena B. Madeupname.

Edit: TIL the origin of this joke:
At one point the magazine printed many letters from a reader named "Ena B. Maxwell", of "Headington Hall, Oxfordshire", the real-life address of Robert Maxwell. The letters were written by the Private Eye editorial team, and the pseudonym was attached to suggest that he was writing to the magazine under an assumed identity. The letters were careful not to make any legally actionable claims, instead containing material that was impertinent or absurd in order to ridicule Maxwell. "Ena" still makes occasional appearances in the letters column with varying surnames. Maxwell himself was "Cap'n Bob", a mocking reference to his ownership of a large yacht and regular appearances in a ship captain's cap, and to his former rank of captain in the British Army.
