UncleArthur

Not the person I wanted to have cancer, but I'll take it.

There's a difference between a friend and a work colleague or neighbour. You're right in that work colleagues tend to fade away if you change jobs, as do neighbours if you move house. A friend will stay constant wherever you might be living and working.

They are rare. I doubt I've had more than 2 or 3 at any one time, and friends too can fade away for various reasons. Your best friend tends to be your partner, if you're lucky, and they tend to hang about! None of this means you have to be lonely though, even if you're single: I enjoy chatting to my neighbours and hanging out with them. I liked spending time with my work colleagues too. Even strangers can be fun to talk too, if you make the effort. Having said that, I am aware there is a loneliness epidemic which affects the elderly more than any other group, and I'd argue that loneliness is hazardous to your health.

I'll do this with my hands!

Dr Who after Peter Capaldi left.

The plots went to crap. The retconning destroyed decades of canon. I've nothing against the actors involved but the writers should be taken out and beaten.

I bet they wouldn't have blamed god if you had died! He always gets the credit but never the blame.

Anne Boleyn was decapitated in one stroke by a sword according to eyewitnesses.

Ignoring the existential threat of AI, the phrase "lower-value human capital" should be enough to make your blood boil.

I should never have bought the chips and chocolate.

As a teenager in the '70s I used to fall asleep to albums and the radio on headphones. These days, I need silence!

Avoiding eye contact quiche?

What if you bought your wife an eternity ring?

So, what happens if you've survived a spouse and remarried? Do you have to choose who you want to spend eternity with?

What about adopted and surrogate kids: do they have to hang out with their biological parents now?

Heaven is such a ridiculous concept.

I haven't used a urinal since the '90s. Take the weight off your feet, avoid splash-back and fully drain your bladder to mitigate post-wee leakage by using a cubicle. And as a bonus, you'll never have to worry about shy bladder syndrome.

I'm a retired Brit living in the middle of the Welsh Marches, 10 miles from the nearest town. There is no public transport. Having a car is vital out here and I dread the day my 13-year-old Tiguan gives up the ghost.

We also have mice, thanks to our Puss who keeps bringing them in to play. Actually, I think we're currently mouse-free after I ejected yesterday's offering.

I suppose it could be a criticism of the quality of the work: i.e. you finish it quickly but it's half-arsed because you were too lazy to take the time to do it properly.

What a fabulous story! Not sure it falls under 'World News' though.

My first thought too!

Zombie companies, kept afloat by State subsidies. Not actual zombies.

Fuxk off, Randy. (Sorry buddy.)