There is a time and place for decaf coffee. Never and in the trash.
When a character death is so sudden you just sit there in shock for three minutes wondering where the hell that came from
the worst thing about speaking two languages is trying to use an expression from one language that fits perfectly into your conversation but the other person won’t get it
Because of my hair, I rarely, rarely get recognized, but I was in America couple of weeks ago, and I was in a lift in a department store and the doors opened and this woman stood there, looked at me and just went, “Khaleesi!” and then the doors closed! So that was bizarre and rarely happens but when it does it’s normally on that kind of crazy scale.
The lost pup will rise from the darkness and the black wolf shall no longer be forgotten.
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
