

I read this book, published in 1981.
tl;dr - kid on skiing holiday, broke his hand, spent two weeks figuring out the cube, wrote book.
Look, you get born, you keep your head down, and then you die. If you’re lucky.
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I read this book, published in 1981.
tl;dr - kid on skiing holiday, broke his hand, spent two weeks figuring out the cube, wrote book.
It’s a thinner batter - think tempura rather than chipshop fish (or corndog if you’re of the USian persuasion).


When two cars love each other very much…


My great grandfather died on the Titannic. He was engine-room crew.


Is this what you say to scammers when they call you?
Accurate.
Source: I had one too. It eventually died when my mechanic told me: “that fucking fucker’s fucking fucked alright”. His boss translated that into “the repairs would cost more than the car is worth”.
As I recall, we all just teased him for being so monumentally ugly that he was safe from molestation. It was a simpler time!
“And I don’t care what you’re called
Tell me later, if at all
I can wait a long, long time
Before I hear another love song”
“Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way…”
Used to hitchhike all over south west Scotland when I was a kid in the early '80s.
No real drama or stories except the one time three of us were hitching and the car that pulled over was being driven by a guy who was locally known as a ‘kiddy fiddler’.
Two of us hopped over a dry stane dyke, leaving just one kid to get a lift with him. Nothing happened to him, but in retrospect it was a shitty move on our part.
It’s changed from year to year and scene to scene and phase of life to phase of life. But Pink Floyd has always been up there.


Same. I had one of these with a 5 CD changer but for some reason it was in the boot/trunk.

I can do that! I am a human!
I zan tough ty[e thos well.
No crack, just the craic.


Pressing your tongue hard against the roof of your mouth can prevent sneezing.


It’s actually purely logical!
What’s the logic that can guarantee your first move won’t be a mine?
Edit to add: Norsemen was great, loved it.



My great grandfather’s body was recovered and is buried at the Fairview Lawn Cemetery in Halifax, Novia Scotia. His wife was never told his body had been recovered and my sister was the first member of the family to ever visit his grave.