SWOS FTW

I’ll dispute that. Fired up Rocket League for the first time in a few months yesterday after a couple of hours of Rematch. First game I got into was constant abuse from a teammate against the other two of us on the team. Finished the match with double his points and still got called trash because we lost.

Tbh though I love it. Makes me laugh thinking about how angry the guy must be getting while playing.

I use Wipr on Safari on iOS. It’s not perfect, but nothing is.

It's on Gamepass if that makes any difference.

It's wild how little passing there is. Almost every time 2 or 3 passes are strung together, there's a goal. But very few people seem to understand that yet.

It's always very clear who's actually played 5-a-side in real life before. Anyone who played like 90% of Rematch players in a proper game would get an absolute bollocking from their teammates.

IMO, PES was always so much better than FIFA. Matches were slow, measured, low-scoring exercises in passing and breaking down defences. FIFA always felt like a game, whereas PES was a simulation. I’ve not played either of their descendants for years, but I’ve watched my girlfriend’s kid play FC25 and it seems far more like fucking Pokémon than a football game.

Rematch on the other hand is something else. It’s not a football game, despite its appearance. It’s a future-sports game, like Rocket League or Speedball 2. I’m enjoying it from that perspective.

Agree with the controls though, but I’m still putting that down to my own skill issues.

Haha, yeah that’s why I didn’t leave it as just “the teat” when writing it down. One of those that’s better when audible.

That’s a Murican-specific breed which you don’t find in the free world.

I guess you could have b-owel as well, but I like “teat” since that’s an actual thing.

I’d usually just say “the teat” and let the lucky recipient of the joke build the full punchline themselves.

They absolutely do work, and I can’t recommend them enough - this is coming from a male mid-40s divorcee. I was on and off Tinder for 4 years looking for a relationship and met several women, before finally meeting my soul mate. For somebody like me who isn’t the most outgoing person, they were a godsend in terms of meeting people. Some of the negativity in these responses is wild.

They’re a relaxed, accessible mechanism for starting conversations. Yes, there’s incentive for the companies to keep you on the apps but it’s certainly not forced, because if they didn’t ever work, their incentive for use evaporates.

I am 100% of the opinion that people who have limited luck on dating apps are likely to have the same limited luck in real life. It’s just that the apps present you with multiple “opportunities” in succession that you don’t get in real life, so it could feel like constant rejection for some. If you match with a real person and start a conversation that goes nowhere, that’s down to yours or their communication, or a simple incompatibility. Both parties have already shown an interest at the point of matching. Where it goes from there is down to you.

It’s entirely a numbers game. You can’t expect to hit it off with every person you match with online, any more than you could in real life. But you will find someone that you otherwise wouldn’t get the chance to meet through other circumstances.

The bread knife was the sharpest object in the flat I was renting at the time. It was also serrated on one side, which proved useful.

Although clearly this kind of operation should only be undertaken by trained bakers.

Clearly I don't recommend this, but years ago after having an ingrown toenail causing months of pain, I got drunk, decided I'd had enough, and cut a sliver out of it with a breadknife. Ridiculous decision, but cured it forever.

In terms of pain alleviation before surgery (medically trained or otherwise), I can highly recommend stuffing the toenail with tissue paper as close to the ingrown part as possible. Poke it in with a toothpick or something. It acts as a cushion and can train the nail to grow away from the skin.

Unintended bonus of having my own ingrown toenail though: I have always played football and refused to stop even when the pain was at it worst because I love playing it so much. I'm right footed and couldn't kick the ball with it at all during that time. Instead I forced myself to use my left constantly. I was shocking initially, but weeks later became a two-footed player. Best thing that happened to improve my game long term.

Common incredulous question when someone acknowledges they haven't watched Breaking Bad. This newborn is unlikely to have seen it.

Fair enough. Back to scrolling then, like the rest of us.

The fuck you would. Not much is stopping you from doing that now, just in a longer timeframe.

You'd be sat here with me and everyone else scrolling your phone for hours, before thinking "Oh yeah I was gonna do that thing...can't be arsed now".

This is a wildly vague question, but a snippet of advice I was given years ago by a mate with a kid a few years older than my (then) toddlers was "You don't have to provide them with constant entertainment, you just need to do one or two activities for a short amount of time and that's what they remember".

It's great advice. Kids at early ages can be a fucking nightmare, but the truth is, you take them swimming for an hour, or do some painting for a while, or go to the park for a bit, and that's what gets imbued on their consciousness. You get the rewards when they fill in that little book at school about what they did at the weekend, and it's a ten minute window of shit you did that was fun for them, and not the rest of the stressful admin that comes with dealing with young children.

My nearly adult kids often say to me now "you were always doing fun things with us". Mate, I played table tennis in a shed with you for 20 minutes, or sat down with you for a bit and made a robot out of a fucking cardboard box and a bog roll.

One or two activities a day where your attention is fully on them is enough to create happy memories for them. You don't need to helicopter about.

Now I’m no expert, but I’ve a suspicion this could be a political metaphor.

The title of the post.

fly's

Belonging to fly, or fly is?

It does have those exact single paned sash windows mind you, which rattle with every passing car.

When the kids complained years ago about how cold it was in this house, I put blankets in the living room for us all to wrap up in. We've since upgraded to duvets. I'm currently on the sofa under a double duvet. It's 9pm and 22 degrees outdoors.

You're welcome to crash in my 150 year old 2-foot thick stone wall house with fuck all insulation that's unbearably freezing year round.

It's one way or the other in this country. Sweaty new-builds with no air con, or ancient glorified caves that wouldn't heat up if they were on fire.