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Jul 17, 2026, 04:45 AM

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#11

Announcements / Re: Okay I'm taking over

Last post by Jura - Apr 20, 2026, 09:44 PM

I'm in an angry frame of mind, it's the world.

#12

Announcements / Re: Okay I'm taking over

Last post by Jura - Apr 20, 2026, 09:40 PM

Forkboy, just because.

#13

Announcements / Re: Okay I'm taking over

Last post by Jura - Apr 20, 2026, 09:36 PM

This is the new world order.

#14

Announcements / Okay I'm taking over

Last post by Jura - Apr 20, 2026, 09:22 PM

I felt constrained, I've broken out the music is everywhere now.

#15

The Chocolate Factory / Re: Random thoughts

Last post by Jura - Mar 27, 2025, 10:26 AM

Update on this.
I told my wife this story, and whilst she agreed that I walk okay and she isn't embarrassed walking next to me, she did say that I run like one of the walking dead with a slashed Achilles, which is a bit harsh considering years of cycling in all weathers has left my knees a wreck, but she laughed at my pain and gave me her "suck it up snowflake," look.

#16

The Chocolate Factory / Re: Random thoughts

Last post by Jura - Mar 25, 2025, 01:47 PM

I think, having followed a man through the village the other day (on foot, and by chance, not weirdly just walking, ok), that deportment is important.

Context, he was a stoutish fellow and I became mesmerized by the way he walked.
Arms slightly away from the body as if contact with his own torso was forbidden, not swinging naturally but jerkily like a robot starved of lubrication and stamping his feet down. I surmised that there may have been perhaps a dash of military or maybe he was trying to convey that in a batesian mimicry kind of way, as a warning to predators that he wasn't to be fucked with, it was certainly a belligerent promenade.

So after about half a mile he turned off, and I became worried about whether my walk was the subject of other people's debate. As it happened it was one of those rare English spring days where the sun was not only out but at my back, having convinced myself that I was shambling along like a puppet with half its strings cut I was pleasantly surprised to observe a shadow that moved easily and conveyed a comfortable and relaxed gait, not menacing or cowed just chillin, this plus the clemency of the day certainly raised my spirit.

#17