Interesting Links for 08-01-2016

• Google Maps giving live updates on Edinburgh buses and trams
  • Google maps Edinburgh buses trams
• A political question about opposition parties in the UK
  • politics uk
• Every Comment On Recipe Blogs
  • funny food cooking blogging
• The Comment Section For Every Article About Bikini Waxing Ever
  • funny women comments hair vagina
• The hair of the Skywalkers
  • hair starwars
• Would you rather have privacy or convenience?
  • privacy technology internet communication
• Does this shirt make me gay?
  • LGBT clothing
• The internet has made defensive writers of us all
  • writing discussion comments blogging internet argument
• Someone is _very_ angry at the terrible "40 plot holes in The Force Awakens" article
  • Seriously, the original writer doesn't seem to know what a plot hole _is_.
  • writing starwars
• The Hateful Eight (70mm) - Filmhouse Cinema Edinburgh (Anyone up for it?)
  • movies quentintarantino film Edinburgh
• Critics of the 'Microaggressions' Framework Are Skeptical
  • society
• Lead exposure linked to ADHD in kids with genetic mutation
  • adhd lead genes
• Valuing time over money is associated with greater happiness
  • time money happiness psychology
• You Can’t Trust What You Read About Nutrition
  • diet health research

The perfect story for a Friday night

Peter Crump told this story on Facebook, and it made me laugh. A lot. And I then I read it to Julie, who also laughed a lot. And so I present it to you.

C had a strange urge to go to Rhyl for a traditional seaside lunch on the sea-front. As you do in January. So I was waiting at the small counter for our cod and chips when a large gentleman stood next to me to place his order. The four fingers of his right hand had the word FUCK tattooed across them in uncompromising capitals. I wondered what was on his left hand. 'OFF!' perhaps? Or 'YOU!'? He ordered a large portion of chips, with grated cheese and gravy on top (cheese first, then gravy). As he reached out to retrieve his delicious entree, I saw his left hand was adorned, surprisingly, with the word PISS.

FUCK-PISS then.

Is that a thing?

For a moment I wanted to ask him if I could photograph his extraordinary tattoos, but then realised that the last thing I would see before I lost consciousness was the word FUCK. Or maybe PISS. So I left it.

If I ever worry about my employability, I just have to remember that somewhere out there is a potential employer interviewing someone who has the phrase FUCK-PISS tattooed on his hands, and I feel comforted.

And then, to top it off someone commented with "Maybe it's to remind him which hand to use."