A university financial officer is found with the blood drained and placed in milk bottles. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Finchmere’s queueing society, worried that sea level rise might threaten to reveal that every edition of Köchel’s catalogue is badly wrong.
What this man says... And I worked in the water industry. Get it back in National hands..!!
The shareholders are all after the easy money. Feck infrastructure, Feck upkeep, Feck customers....!!
And if they make it a free for all like electricity and gas it will be madness.!!
Sorry. Rant over.
And there is @ofwat’s contemptuous sleight of hand.
Nothing but more insult for bill payers and customers.
@SouthernWater bills up 60% by 2030.
@DwrCymru 40%
@YorkshireWater 36%
@thameswater 35% and on and on…
They are truly taking us for suckers!!! Nationalisation not privatisation.
Dear British media, you need to understand that Farage is not just a pantomime villain who is good for your ratings. He is a very dangerous, man. Stop giving him disproportionate airtime to the Greens.
The master of the local Freemasons lodge is found pecked to death by owls. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Wide’s duck-call society, frightened that a shortage of hand sanitisers might threaten trout fishing.
RETVRN to traditional masculinity when Real Men would tote around their babby kitties in case they needed kisses on their fuzzy little heads. Photo from my collection, no date/info.
One for the bricklayers:
A vertically challenged skyscraper architect is electrocuted by a tampered with roulette wheel. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Wallop’s barmaid at the Deerstalker and Fife Arms, disturbed that the cultural and economic hegemony of Causton might threaten the local co-op.
Technology has unleashed a wave of images that are too weird to be legitimate, but real enough to stir feelings. Are we seeing a new age of surrealism?
Just because the equinox arrived doesn’t mean the madness won’t continue:
An overworked psychologist is found badly ravaged by mower blades. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Cocklake’s strawberry-pickers association, frightened that owls might threaten too many broken hearts in the world.
Lovers you say:
A meteorologist, feeling a bit under the weather of late, is found crushed in a dark satanic mill. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Fendle’s Oscar Wilde appreciation society, concerned that the new deer sanctuary might threaten to reveal Amethyst Realm’s 20 ghost lovers to her husband.
One equinox down etc:
The village’s easily-enraged psychologist is found compacted by a rubbish truck. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Bishop’s Itchington’s chief medical officer, upset that a hacked driverless car might threaten to disrupt pagan customs during the forthcoming Autumn equinox.
And the Midsummer madness continues:
An organist who’d pulled out all the stops is found dead from government austerity measures. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Deeping’s middle-aged philosopher, disturbed that sea level rise might threaten to bring forward the date of the coming goat apocalypse.
Reminder that Aaron Swartz was facing 35 years in prison and financial devastation for trying to programmatically download and open the contents of JSTOR, which led to him taking his own life.
But OpenAI is going to scrape all of academia and make billions by plagiarizing it.
A young entrepreneur is found thrown out of a double decker bus. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Shit’s digital photographers, disturbed that the rise of Diarmuid Gavin-style landscaped gardens, with fire pits and their tightly fenced perimeters, might threaten the coldest winter England’s ever seen.
I can't believe I even have to say this, but it is not normal that the Supreme Court is taking its sweet time to decide if a former president is immune from prosecution for inciting an insurrection to overturn an election. This should have been decided already. The answer is no!
And the craziness carries on:
A tychophobic statistician is found dead in a Judas chair. Suspicion falls on Midsummer Watership’s wealthy industrialist, disturbed that changes to the mix of botanicals in the local gin might threaten agricultural exhibitions in the country.