Been seeing a lot of tweets about the Union Jack on Johnson's plane being the wrong way up.
It is. But no one is really explaining why.
So let's talk planes, flag codes, sloppy copy/paste of French aircraft tail designs and blitz-fire-damaged aviation ensigns #thread
So the Union Jack has a right way up. The white stripes are the clue. Here's a handy guide from WikiHow.
Hanging it upside down is an international sign of distress. This is presumably why so many garden flagpole racists get it wrong. It's their subconscious crying out.
"Ahhhh!" You say, if you're one of those annoying tweeters with too many numbers in your name, "but there's no flagpole on a plane, is there?! QED Boris is awesome something something angry snowflakes."
Well you're wrong. Because this isn't Vietnam. There are rules.
HANCOCK: So thanks for joining me at Cabinet Subcommittee today to test 'Garden Adventures!' Our new roleplay module. This is Josie.
HANCOCK: Josie is from NHS Digital, and she's Zoomed in to DM for us.
JOSIE: Okay, to begin, have you all rolled characters? #thread
HANCOCK: So my character is Catt Hanmock. She's...
WILLIAMSOM: Catt Hanmock?
HANCOCK: Catt Hanmock. It's an anagram
WILLIAMSON: Not the most obvious one
JOSIE: Respect the table Gavin
HANCOCK: Anyway Catt is a level 3 NHS keyworker who still likes being clapped.
JOSIE: Why don't you go next then, Gavin?
WILLIAMSON: Sure. I'm Gav Awesome. He's a level 4, ex-MI6, MMA Fighter and chopper pilot
RAAB: No fair! I thought we had to be realistic!
WILLIAMSON: That's realistic
WILLIAMSON: Okay fine. Ex-chopper pilot. Now a teacher.
I'm just going to post, verbatim, the bits from my TfL Finance article where we debunk the 'myth' public transport in London is somehow optional.
It is not. It is a necessity. /1
"Drive to work” may sound like a reasonable temporary measure. And indeed for the majority of the UK it is not only reasonable, but a return to the norm. In London, however, this simply isn’t possible. /2
This is a complex issue. A few very broad comparisons, however, should serve to highlight the difference between London and the rest of England in this area. /3
Also indirectly led, decades later, to the public admission of Bletchley's existence. Thanks to a randy Italian admiral, accusations of spying and an in-court decryption of the original fleet order by the late, great Mavis Batey (one of Dilly's team).
Must write that up one day
Both Cunningham and Monty wrote autobiographies BEFORE Ultra/Bletchley's existence was public, btw. They're both fascinating to read knowing what we know, now.
Cunningham makes lots of little clues and comments suggesting he had 'help'. Monty doesn't.
MINION: She's getting closer sir.
EVIL GENIUS: No matter! The ignition sequence is complete. Firing now...
EG: No give it a second. Touch unlock just takes a while sometimes.
MINION: It's just that she's getting closer and...
EVIL GENIUS: It's fine! It just takes a minute!
MINION: Was it definitely that finger you configured touch unlock for?
EG: Are you questioning me?!
EG: I mean I think it was...
MINION: Try your index
EVIL GENIUS: No, that's not working either. I'm going to let the screen dark out and...
MINION: She's past the shark room, sir
EG: Blimey, that's good work
MINION: Yes sir
EG: Okay there, let's try... gah
MINION: Still no sir?
EG: I don't get why it's so stubborn
CLARKE: Sounds good. Licence to Kill? Odd Job ban?
HAMMOND: Of course.
HAMMOND: That'll be Lidington. You set it up, I'll get the door. David! You better have got those snacks and...
HAMMOND: ....ah shit.
HAMMOND: What do you want?
JAVID: The Saj had to get away
CLARKE <other room>: Is that David?
HAMMOND: It's Javid
CLARKE: What does that twat want?
HAMMOND: I just asked him that
JAVID: The Saj
CLARKE: Is he still calling himself The Saj?
CLARKE: Tell him he's a twat
HAMMOND: What DO you want?
JAVID: The Saj had nowhere else to go
CLARKE: Remind him that he's a twat
JAVID: They've forced me out!
CLARKE: Like a really big one
JAVID: Does he know the Saj can hear him?
HAMMOND <shouts>: He can hear you Ken
CLARKE: Oh Good. You're a twat, Javid!
Meet Mary Burchell, one of the most successful romance writers EVER. Over 110 Mills & Boons to her name.
Got an image of her in your head now, right? Bin it.
Because Mary is a Righteous Gentile.
She wrote books to fund her efforts to help Jews escape Nazi Germany
Mary was born Ida Cook (and we'll call her 'Ida' from now on) in Sunderland in 1904. Her parents were an average middle class couple, and Ida and her sister Louise had a sheltered, happy upbringing mostly in London (their mother was a proper 'Bow Bells' cockney).
One thing their parents were very good about was just letting the girls be themselves.
As a result, by the 1920s Ida and Louise were both working in secretarial roles, happily living their own lives, but together. They would remain life-long companions.
Don't think I've ever told my favourite Drop Bear prank story on here. So here's a quick thread.
It starts on a peacekeeping deployment, and highlights why you need to be VERY careful what you tell new arrivals. /1 sbs.com.au/news/the-feed/…
So this story really belongs to an old boss of mine, who we'll call 'The Major'. It's about one of his peacekeeper deployments. I believe to Sierra Leone.
One of the ways, naturally, that soldiers let off steam on what was a pretty dark deployment sometimes was through pranks.
Generally speaking, The Major and their other officers ignored this, AS LONG AS it didn't disrupt operations, hurt anyone, offend anyone (local or peacekeeper) or go to far. They recognised the value of the stress relief.