I grew up in a small town in rural Scotland and now live in a city in England. So I miss the fields, the sea, the hills, the forests, the food, the people, the closeness, the pace of life, the community.
The claim was that carrots were good for eyesight in general but also for night sight in particular, suggesting the British pilots were scarfing down carrots by the bucketful and that was how their night patrols were able to intercept the German bombers so often.
Somewhere, I also read that German high command wanted their own pilots to up their carrot consumption but didn’t think the German pilots would go for it just because of the night sight thing, so they made up a lie that the British pilots ate the carrots to improve their sexual prowess.
I had a Corolla. A mid ‘80s model. Lasted me for years until the radiator went.
Took it to my local mechanic who said: “That fucker’s fucking fucked!”
In the face of such deep technical knowledge (and the fact that the work would have cost more than the car was worth at that point), I reluctantly let it go to scrap.
Some of us, in the UK, play Whamageddon which is a concerted effort to get all the way through December up to Christmas Day without hearing ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham.
“I got Whammed in Poundland today!” is a typical cry of dismay for someone who has failed.
🎵 I set a course just east of LyraAnd northwest of PegasusFlew into the light of DenebSailed across the Milky WayOn my ship, the 'Rocinante'Wheeling through the galaxiesHeaded for the heart of CygnusHeadlong into mystery 🎵
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