Toasted crumpets slathered in butter and marmite, or jam.
Marmalade on sourdough toast.
Ploughmans sandwiches with good bread. (This one is not as good since going vegan though, as vegan butter is almost identical but the cheeses not so much.)
Sticky toffee pudding
Christmas pudding
Roast potatoes
Elderflower cordial
Gin
Before going vegan I quite liked smoked makrel and various tinned fish on toast. Kedgeree was good too, but that's a Scottish take on an Indian dish.
Idk I don't really eat much 'British' food despite being born here, both my parents are immigrants from different countries.
So how long do you think it will be before women, black people and other minorities, start getting excluded from promotion by government order from all other work places?
Ugh, and then my stupid country is going to copy you guys. Man I hope these tumours fucking kill me before that happens but who am I kidding, it'll probably be heat stroke from the el nino.
Mine is a repurposed glass olive oil bottle with a swing top lid.
Il Casolare, for anybody who wants to get in on this, and you need to replace the swing top bit initially for a standard one as the one it comes with is leaky, and then the rubber seals every few months as they get gross eventually.
Oooh fuck that nightmare shit sounds spooky, maybe it was some kind of subsonic vibration you all were picking up on, like old pipes or tube tunnels under the building or something. Didn't mythbusters or brainiac or something have an episode on that, I can't remember if they were all having the same hallucinations?
I was just about to share a similar-ish but funny and not paranormal story, till I realised it was one of those 'funny stories' that are only funny to the person telling them and everybody else just looks at you weird and quietly says things like "oh my god" and "I'm so sorry". Lmao. Proud of myself for catching that.
The promotion thing is a fun one to ponder on, like you (probably?) could not have known to even make an educated guess about the other job, so unless you're prone to self sabotage, that was a pretty cool 'prediction'.
I tried automatic writing a few times in my teens, I think I was doing it wrong though as I was just letting words flow stream of consciousness style in shorthand or typing, and it mostly just produced a bunch of poorly written trauma dumping or half baked ideas for short stories, lmao.
I've had stuff like that happen a few times, I mostly put it down to brief psychosis or mice knocking shit off shelves though.
The otherwise inevitable paranoia about being stalked or a home invasion, if they were actually happening, would not have been a fun experience. And like there's not much I'd have been able to do anyway as police are useless wankers and people who break into houses while the residents are home are psychos best avoided.
Commiserations on the exploding head syndrome btw, that does not sound pleasant.
The upcoming el nino and blue ocean event/s are going to seriously start moving the timelines up for all this collapsey apocalypse shit, and we're already well into 'faster than expected' territory as it is.
There's ice cream vans round my ends that still play Green Sleeves, so probably that. I really don't get how that piece has been so popular for so long, it's seriously fucking creepy and gross sounding.
Nah you should eat it, it'd turn you neon orange but you'll smell absolutely incredible.
If you get the chair the scent of your cooking flesh would be boardering on divine, and not to mention being the best smelling corpse the morgue will ever take delivery of. Hell, the section of graveyard you end up in will probably smell like saffron for weeks after thry put you in the ground.
Depending on how much you weight, that much saffron might even preserve you, like some kind of extra bougie mummy.
A kilo of dried magic mushrooms and a fat bag of mdma. I'm going to be glowing with transcendental joy and tripping the light fantastic. Hopefully I'd get the chair, can you imagine how good electricity would feel in that state?
Ok so I couldn't get this out of my head and looked it up and it turns out the 'official' rhyme has it's own wikipedia page, but it's nothing like how I remember it? The official version is full of hippos and elephants and shit and she's a kid, it's really weird.
In the version I did at school, Mary Mac was an old lady and she lived in an old house, and I think it was her mother she pushed down the stairs?
This little snippet came back to me while I was doing the dishes- 'down the stairs, stairs stairs' and then something something 'crack, crack, crack, she broke her back, back, back'.
Man I wish I could remember it all, this would have been a fascinating addition to the folklore to record somewhere.
It's good on buttered toast, but yeah not exactly an English dish.