From MM: The [London Natural History Society] traces its roots back to 1858, when the Haggerstone Entomological Society was founded in June of that year. By the end of the year it had 35 members, who met one evening a week in the Carpenters’ Arms, a pub in Haggerston, which lies between Shoreditch and Dalston.…
There’s a clever name for phonetic language parodies which I have forgotten because it’s hot and I have been undergoing ye notorious Spanish wine torture: Shades of Maria Luisa Puche, the undisputed champion. My favourite one actually makes more sense than the poésie concrète I wrote for a political campaign some years ago and is…
This rings the bell of personal experience: blood samples repeatedly lost, causing extra nights in hospital; no mechanism to push test results (or lack thereof) through to ward staff; staff wheeling pressure-testing machines around whose results can be transmitted automatically to a server but instead are written down by illiterates; random bits of paper hanging…
This lot can’t even decide if they’re going to transliterate their trademark as Lepai or Lepy (I hope there’s somewhere where they call it Leper): But it’s a brilliant little amp, none of your Apple shite.
Tranny debt collectors. Google “cobrador del frac” and the following dreadful threat displays in the site description: “Utilizamos cookies propias y de terceros para optimizar su navegación para mejorar nuestros servicios y para ofrecerte una mejor experiencia online.” Can we sue the EU for the RSI arising from clicking away the cookie notice which they…
