This is what one of the stations looks like:
This is what one of the stations looks like:
There are stations on Anglesey where you have to stick your arm out to hail the train, and the only two routes they lie on are served by the kind of 1970s DMU like you mentioned on its way to Chester or a Pendelino on its way to London or something.
Although I like the idea of a drug smuggler typing “as per my previous email…”
Here lies
ManniSturgis
Father, brother, husband,
go-getter thanks to Nescafé.
Start your day right with a cup of Nescafé!
If you decide to use Mastodon afterwards, there’s an instance where a bot reposts everything a given Twitter account posts called bird.makeup.
It must be intelligent after all!
Amazing, thank you.
I actually use their WordPress package, so I take it that kaiboshes the whole operation? I can’t just store it in the rest of the memory I’ve been allotted?
If you’re self-employed, you have to factor that into your tariff yourself. Let’s hope Tony’s savvy enough and can get by with such a low price.
Marty Wygod
Or, as they called him down the pub, Wygod Y.
Well best of luck with it!
CDs are often available at libraries too!
To be fair, as a Duolingo hater myself, I do see the logic in teaching wacky phrases. It at least gives me the impression that it makes it easier to improvise sentences based on the grammar you’ve learnt by drilling “the bear should eat some cheese when it rains” or whatever.
I notice Duolingo is your only form of output. Is that a conscious decision? Otherwise I’d second the recommendation for something involving speaking to someone with the patience to, or who agrees to, have a conversation with you.
There’s a similar app for Android if it interests anyone: https://trynoice.com/
“Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass.” ― Charles Bukowski
They’re saying he can’t count on anyone any more.
Oh fuck, I don’t know where my mind had gone when I wrote that. I think I briefly forgot how many people there are.
“Used by billions woldwide”?
If we ditched the daft names?