Definitely true about the Glass Rain. Though the skeggy glass rain includes some kind of Ethanol mix.
Our recent piece examining the extreme weather on exoplanet HD 189733b prompted some readers to suggest that conditions on the distant hot Jupiter are in fact more benign than those enjoyed by visitors to British seaside resort Skegness. Well, for those of you thinking of taking a short weekend break over Xmas, the better to …
I've never heard either phrase, which is strange given my mind is not so much in the gutter as it is mining the Marinas Trench - but I think I'll steal allthecoolshortnamesweretaken's version, it has a bit more ham to it, which when you're defending a mid conversation comment that involves sexual arousal and three hungry Rottweilers that is only barely related to the subject at hand, well, you need some theatrics to get out of that one.
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Steven "I've not actually made a comment about sexual arousal and three hungry Rottweilers...for a few months" R
Ken Holland, Mayor of Skegness, also leapt to the town's defence, saying: "There are not many better places than Skegness, and I've travelled all over the world."
Where the hell has he been? I'm guessing North Korea, Somalia, the Central African Republic and the shittier parts of Philadelphia (you need a smaller UN Peacekeeping force in the first three).
I reckon Sunny Hunny is the reason why I work with computers. Went to the school you see as you go up the hill into the town. When a northeasterly was whipping the sleet in off the winter North Sea, any sane individual would go and find the Commodore Pet's in the comuter room rather than play football.
The way to tell the locals from the punters in Skeg is to see who ask for a bottle and who gets a pint. At least back in the late 90's during my wonder years the pubs and bars rarely cleaned the pipes feeding the pumps, especially at Fat Louis' and Strikes - bloody horrible pints!
Some of my family, I admit, come from there. The emphasis being on "come from".
Like Ireland or some of the Welsh valleys, it's a place that contributes to culture by encouraging anybody with an above average number of brain cells to educate themselves out of it.
It's also infested with those dodgy "buy a life interest" bungalow schemes.
But there is a way in which it resembles Scottsdale, Az.
In both places, the higher you go above sea level, the higher the income and the more houses cost.
A Norse word meaning 'Bearded One' so it should be a good place to send Hipsters.
Fairly sure there are no Danish Vikings there anymore.
Personally I'll take my chances off planet, the beer's probably better.
As for the Green and Fabled Isle of Sheppey, I happen to know that in the past some of the best Bare Knuckle fights in the country have occured there, awright mush?
Thing is the FTL shuttle is so slow and wormholes always make me queasy. So I got hold of this tardis. (Don't ask me how but the vendor was a very nice young lady.) Trouble is every time I throw the bloody lever I end up in some random part of London. Now the thing's stuck in King's Cross. Oh well, I suppose it's Skegness then.
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