My mum's next door neighbour committed suicide jumping from it a few weeks back, poor woman had been suffering from depression for a while.
If you are referring to the post you quote as regards long words, he doesn't use any words as long as patronising and only one as long as propensity. Or as long as surrounded if you hadn't forgotten to put ed at the end. Agree with the gist of what you are saying. Prime example is the comments section of the Guardian. A lot sound like a social workers handbook, throwing in long words when simpler ones would suffice in an attempt to give some gravitas to the utter bollocks they are spouting. And they always manage to introduce the word neoliberal no matter what the subject..
Often when I read the reader comments section on the Guardian it seems to be invaded by UKIP types. They can't be the ones using the long words though.
Currently sat round the corner from the bridge, in The Buccaneer by Brough station (late arriving train from Kings Cross - don't ask), contemplating a question which is seriously bugging me. How, I mean how the ****, does any one manage to make a pint of Tetley's literally taste of nothing? And how can a Juke Box in 2015 have Shang-a-Lang by The Bay City Rollers on it?
They will be the ones talking more sense than the pretentious claptrap spouted by Guardianistas. I always like the way they have articles on freedom of speech but certain things (and you can guess what they are) don't have comments allowed and they delete posts on other subjects especially if they are critical of their journalists.
When I was a regular drinker in Hull (many moons ago) the best beer was Tetley's - I remember my first ''real pint'', as my late father put it, in Ye Olde Black Boy; the taste was superb, lovely stuff.
Erm ta. He was being a pompous prick. I called him on it. I think you just coulda stopped at "Well said Happs". Brevity isn't a crime you know.
That reminds me I've not been in Gardeners for many a year now. That needs rectifying. Ernie's just been to the jukebox
It is no use going on about using long words when you use the longest one in your reply. Brevity is the soul of wit. And wit doesn't mean being funny in this instance.
I still occasionally get around the old town when my in-laws are up from London - first time I took them they were astounded at how brilliant it is; and as good as it still is, it's not a patch on what it was like back in the 70's. Ahhhhh, the good ol' days!
I used to drink Tetley's at the Cross Keys in Cott. and a finer alcoholic beverage you would struggle to find. The tasteless devil's piss water I've recently consumed is an abomination and an insult to the good name of Joshua T and all the noble brethren who followed in his hallowed footsteps. Barmaid was a canny lass, mind. Accompanied me to the toilets. Nice touch.
It looks like this automated system has worked, 20,000 people have now registered to use it and the queues have gone.
Yeah I got to say queuing has almost gone, I still cant believe that some folks haven't registered, maybe put off by the £15 deposit for the tag. i've seen a few idiots fly down the lane then pull over and try and reverse back out when they realise they are in the wrong lane! Bit of nightmare paying on line though, the website doesn't like 'CHROME'.
