fakeman_pretendname

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I'm not trans or an immigrant - so please feel free to ignore my thoughts on the matter.

Anyway, regardless, it's a good question, but probably not one with an easy answer - I think in this case, the best option might be to ask the people who make some of those decisions - in theory, if you look at the webpage gov.uk Apply for a Gender Recognition Certificate, there's a few email addresses and phone numbers that may be able to answer half of the question - though separately you may need to speak to the immigration/visa people gov.uk partner/spouse visa for the other half of the question. All in all, you've got a few layers of complexity here.

My own experience with contacting other government departments on different things is "very slow to respond, but then surprisingly helpful in the end".

There may be some useful advice on websites such as transactual.org.uk or transinformed.co.uk - your specific situation isn't likely to crop up in a FAQ, but you may be able to pick up half an answer to start with - then there are contact details on there which would hopefully lead to some useful information.

Sorry there's no clear and immediate answer I can find.

I wish you the best of luck!

[–] fakeman_pretendname@feddit.uk 74 points 20 hours ago (11 children)

Oh, those are just to stop the kids escaping from the paedodungeon.

Was it a one off, or do you get to use it quite frequently? I see from your description that it was due to a surprise hospital machinery incident.

When do you expect to next be able to say it?

I used it most recently in the phrase "like some kind of improvised security aglet" (we were discussing wrapping tape or crimping a metal ferrule round the end of some metal wire to stop the frayed end from unravelling). That's probably the last time I'll get to use it this year.

"Dammit, Floodedwomb! I'm a Doctor, not a Husband!"

[–] fakeman_pretendname@feddit.uk 7 points 1 week ago (1 children)

Regarding your Robert Engel from previously, there's a whole load of artists historically, who have virtually no information about them. If they weren't famous whilst alive, who would bother to write down a biography at the time? Afterwards, you're left with researching records from census, school, sales, newspapers, possible living relatives etc.

A lot of museums and galleries with permanent collections have 3 to 50 times as much stuff in stores as is on display. You're not allowed to get rid of anything, but any year, you might receive another truck-load of badly labelled and badly maintained artworks from some rich bloke's private collection, or someone's tax write-off. You'd have to choose which ones get processed or researched first (after the existing backlog). Sometimes the information just isn't there though - that's why you get all those works that just get labelled "Unknown Man with a blue hat, likely Dutch School, circa 1650s".

I think the information and documentation of such things is actually getting better, compared to pre-internet, certainly - but yeah, some people will have no information, and some will have information, but it's still in a paper folder, waiting for someone to type it up :)

"Hi, you left this open, so me and the kids moved in"

Back in my day, we had to hand-draw our memes in the back of school textbooks, then wait until next time we had a lesson in there to see if anyone had seen it.

Also, and worthy of note, it rhymes with "bumper", which is important if you want to say something like:

"Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumper. Wait a minute! Where's me jumper?" (Youtube link)

[–] fakeman_pretendname@feddit.uk 2 points 2 weeks ago (1 children)

It looks like one of those "vague, unsure" ones, it's perhaps too old a word, and with too many vague, possible sources.

Some bits of dictionaries suggest various etymologies - it likely drifted from words in Gaelic, Scots, Arabic and French, like "jupe", "jump", "juppe" "jubbe" and so on, which tended to mean things like "smock", "jacket" or whatever. It's been around in English for various clothing types for a few hundred years, and referred specifically to the woollen pullover thing from the picture above for 100-150 years.

It has no relation at all to jump as in "leap".

[–] fakeman_pretendname@feddit.uk 2 points 2 weeks ago (1 children)

What would we call it? hallo-old-chum-you-fiend? my-good-friend-the-dishonourable-sir?

Is anyone posh using British Lemmy who can help advise?

[–] fakeman_pretendname@feddit.uk 5 points 2 weeks ago (3 children)

This is true - especially if you were wearing a thick woolly jumper whilst doing it.

I recommend that you do not touch the diaper.

 

"National Black Cat Day was created by Cats Protection on 27 October 2011 to help celebrate the majesty of monochrome moggies and beautiful black cats. When the campaign was launched, statistics revealed that black and black-and-white cats took, on average, seven days longer to find a home compared to cats of other colours."

Cats Protection - National Black Cat Day

Picture: Two of the semi-feral black kittens that were born in our garden, who were neutered, microchipped, vaccinated and re-homed.

Let's see your black cats 🐈‍⬛️

 

Ahead of a timely re-airing of Mick Jackson’s famously bleak, rarely seen docudrama, its director recalls why he unleashed a mushroom cloud on Sheffield in 1984, while our writer explores the film’s lasting legacy

 

"If Michael Gove really wants to root out the forces threatening British society, perhaps his party should look in the mirror"

 

There's a man on my train this morning, and he's listening to stuff out loud on his phone, like fully out loud, not even slightly subtle. The train is in Britain. He keeps listening to 5 seconds of an annoying song, then switching to another song. It sort of sounds like kids TV music. He appears dressed to go work in a fancy office or something, and this is a morning commuter train, so I don't think he's escaped from a prison or mental hospital.

Anyway, amongst myself and another couple of hundred quiet passengers, we've tried everything:

  • tutting and rolling our eyes
  • harrumphing, whingeing and sighing
  • when a bloke got on the train with headphones on, someone said loudly "Isn't it great when someone wears headphones? They can listen to whatever they like and nobody else has to hear it"
  • sometimes it stops for a minute, and there's a widespread muttering of "Ooh, thank god that's over with"
  • followed by an en-masse groan when it starts again "Oh no, not this again!"
  • a lady on the phone saying loudly "Sorry, I can't hear what you're saying, because someone is being inconsiderate and playing music really loudly"
  • saying to one another, loudly enough for the man to hear "isn't it annoying when someone plays their music out loud? I wish he'd stop doing that"
  • muttering aggressive words, under our breath, in his general direction "prick", "wanker" "knobhead", "bellend"
  • Someone getting onto the train, and not sitting at his table and saying "God, I'd rather stand than sit next to that prick", loud enough for him to hear.
  • the ticket-checking man rolled his eyes, but didn't do anything

I think generally we're running out of ideas. I heard someone behind me mentioning they were thinking about "sparking him out", and someone else had suggested they might grab his phone and throw it out the window.

I was toying with the idea of going nuclear on him, and directly but politely asking him to turn it down, but it's a bit early for that kind of extreme behaviour. Perhaps I should throw something at his head?

Anyway, anyone who's been in a similar situation have any suggestions?

[Update] The train got full, so people were standing all the way down the aisle. Three people sat on the table next to him.

Opposite him, an older woman stared at him and shook her head at him, in a gesture I interpreted as "I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed". He put his phone in his pocket and stared out the window. I gave her the subtlest of nods, to communicate "thank you" and "good job".

So we're safe, this time - but I'm still interested in solutions, as something like this could happen again!

 

My son says it means taking out the player without getting the ball, all while shouting ‘Brexit means Brexit’. Sound familiar?

For the umpteenth time, my son, with an Ikea stuffed ball he has had since infancy, is playing football in the living room. He is joined by one of his best friends, an equally football-obsessed 10-year-old who, before slide-tackling in what can only be described as a deliberate attempt to knock my son’s legs off, shouts: “Brexit means Brexit!” Confused, I pass it off as an example of tweenage precocity: which 10-year-old is happy to quote Theresa May while playing football?

I must admit, this gives me some hope for the future.

 

Cats Protection UK Website - National Black Cat Day

I include a complementary picture of a black cat in a carrier bag.

 

Three cats spread over the stairs, staring at the camera person, blocking access to the upstairs. (Actually they're just waiting for someone to throw the fuzzy ball for them to chase).

 

Photo is from about a year ago, when the cats learnt that as well as "on the bed" and "under the duvet", if you explored the area where the buttons were, there was also "inside the duvet cover".

 

Three cat brothers, sat neatly on a staircase, Jan 2023. This is probably my favourite photo of the three of them together.

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