On the other hand:
https://www.404media.co/bad-news-for-kinky-brits/?ref=daily-stories-newsletter
Bad News for Kinky Brits: In the UK, face sitting porn might land you in jail.
You wanna see anarchy, try asking for more than 2 sugars.
Listening to Chumbawamba’s field recordings, this couldn’t be further from the truth.
My understanding of the UK is that they drink tea all day and then they go to the pub and drink ale or cider all evening. They seem like a very hydrated people.
Beer is not hydrating!
Always get a water (cordial optional) with every pint! We have two hands for a reason
Mmmmm… Double-fisting watery beer…
Heretic!
They also stand in queues and politely tut at anyone misbehaving unless they decide to have a football riot instead.
Tut tut…
Yet also in the UK there are nowhere near enough public toilets.
The problem, as always, is one of money. Either a local council has to provide them for free at cost to taxpayer or they need to be pay toilets. And if you want clean public toilets, you also need at least one full-time attendant (or equivalent).
The first thing to go - if there was ever one in the first place - is the attendant because the council sees a £20+k a year bill they can save and instead send one person around in a van to all the public toilets. “Only one person and one dirty mop required! The public will never notice!”
Then the serious vandalism starts because there’s no permanent presence to discourage the vandals. And then: “Oh no, who would have thought this would happen? These toilets must be in a vandalism hotspot and need to be closed permanently!”
This leaves pay toilets, and guess what? The companies and councils that run these still hate having to pay attendants because its a case of wanting to keep that money for themselves, and/or else the price has to be jacked up so high to cover the running costs that people wouldn’t want to pay to use them.
The last pay toilet I used was 20p and that was a long time ago. I expect they’re 50p or £1 now.
I have this T-shirt
This is just British people talking no-tea.
“Ahem, yes well… I am the antichrist, you know.”
“Ooo, must be nice, dear. Biscuit?”
Hugleikur‘s humour epitomises a very Icelandic combination of crudeness, surrealism and pathos. It has a gravitas the likes of Cyanide And Happiness can never reach.
Idk if “gravitas” is quite the right description. There’s some good bits in there, but a lot of it is deeply generic edgelord jokes that are basically indistinguishable from C&H. And to be clear while many of them are funny, I also find C&H funny. It’s just not some sophisticated font of insight.


I mean… yeah. C&H circa 2008. Gender identities & domestic violence, amirite guys?
(Also a weirdly high number of jokes where the punchline is just "pedophilia")



(Random C&H for comparison)





IDK man. Might want to unpack this one a little.
I guess the fascist regime made him a moron.






