Gripweed posted:

Noodles came from China and tomatoes from America, so I have to assume for several centuries Italian food was just like, eggplant stew and olive oil

skaboomizzy posted:

Gringostar posted:

Obliterati posted:

Britain was already rear end-backward insane, it's just that the rest of you have finally noticed

Samurai Sanders posted:

Is there a ritual phrase yet for when Brexit delay negotiations are about to start again?

Jose posted:

https://twitter.com/Rachael_Swindon...ingawful.com%2F

goddamnedtwisto posted:

"Oh, Jeremy Corbyn" to the tune of Seven Nation Army has been sung at Labour rallies (and rock festivals he turns up at) since 2017, which is what the bloke was singing. Jeremy sung the bloke's name back, which is both just a fun/nice thing to do and (IMO) was him pretty much saying "You're as important as I am".

BMX Ninja posted:

The table tennis player is a lad with Downs Syndrome. He calls out to JC in the form of a popular chant based around the main riff from The White Stripes' Seven Nation Army.
JC responds in kind, using the lad's name which he presumably heard before earlier in the meet'n'greet, but remembered.

It's a cute, if unremarkable, exchange. But it shows that a dude with special needs recognizes that JC is the best bet for him. He's likely been at the receiving end of Tory cuts to mental health/special needs services, and the MSM aren't going around special needs community centres asking people like him who'll they'll vote for. Why would they, when it's easier to talk to boomers in the Home Counties about how Brexit needs to get done?

The humour comes from the tweeter inviting the viewer to imagine BoJo in the same situation. There's no chance BoJo would have bothered to remember the Downs Syndrome lad's name, and no chance he would have reacted in kind and invited the lad to bring it in for a hug. Imagining BoJo in this situation would most likely result in the Downs Syndrome lad being ripped apart by hounds before he got close to the PM.

Avirosb posted:

I'd join in knocking English cuisine but I'm Norwegian and everything we've made look and sound like things you shouldn't put inside you.

oliwan posted:

I'm the American critizing another national cuisine because of their hotdogs

redleader posted:

there is something fundamentally wrong with the english psyche

Jel Shaker posted:

now now, recent studies which traced genetics, surnames and historical records have found that much of the ruling class can trace their lineage directly all the way back to the Norman conquests

so it’s technically the fault of the French

hemale in pain posted:

how the gently caress is boris johnson getting away with the get brexit done poo poo after spectacularly failing at getting brexit done.

how are people so stupid to allow that?

prefect posted:

You can actually extinguish a match in a bucket of gasoline if you're quick enough.

goddamnedtwisto posted:

I'm not normally one for imperialist trappings but it is kinda cool that the official datum point for both time and longitude all around the world is just down the road from me, and I can move from eastern to western hemispheres multiple times a day.

Also it annoys the poo poo out of the French which, lets face it, is the only thing that passes as a universal national character we have on these benighted isles.

Pener Kropoopkin posted:

All 3.7 million Lib Dem voters: I hope you gently caress yourself in the rear end with a rusty pipe and catch a combination of sepsis & tetanus. loving die.

All 864,000 Green voters: Extinction rebel your rear end into an industrial composter. loving die.

All 642,000 Brexit voters: I hope you spontaneously combust in the middle of Christmas dinner and give all your children grease fire burns from your fat rear end. loving die.

All 10 million Labour voters: Some of you are alright... don't go to Britain tomorrow.

Bip Roberts posted:

now do
Tories + Brexit + UKIP + LibDems
vs
Labour + SNP

Raccooon posted:

American cuisine has creole and cajun in it which blows away all European food.

twoday posted:

'Twas the night before Brexit, and all through Westminster
not a lord was awake, even Armstrong of Ilminster.
But in Wetherspoons gathered a boisterous throng,
hoping to hear that Big Ben would bong

Nigel Farage slept sound, didn't rustle,
knowing he never would return to Brussels.
but knowing the EU was destined to fail,
I had just settled down a for a warm pint of ale

When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
I stumbled outside to see what was the matter.
And there just before the pub's grimy exit
I beheld a wonder: red, white, and blue Brexit!

The effects took time, not a matter of days,
but months upon years, and with endless delays
and the sum consequences truly insane
almost too many for one person to name

There was private insurance for the disease stricken,
pensioners crying, and chlorine-soaked chicken!
Tariffs, inflation, and Scots looking violent,
a lack of farm labour, a united Ireland!