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all the stuff that drives me insane, and no one else cares about

pancake-piercing thumbs, and other things which have annoyed me recently

my hands have minerals

My hands are normal. To dry. You know, normal hands, with occasional dryness. So I figured this moisturiser would be perfect for me, until I saw that it is for hands that also have sea minerals. I’m pretty sure mine don’t. Do yours? Wait..that’s weird. How does that even work?  Am I the only person whose hands don’t have sea minerals?

Related: that age-old problem of where to find a dog at short notice in the London Underground.

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the un-spellchecked poet

It’s fairly large. It’s on a pavement. It’s in central London. Millions of people will see it. Won’t you please do a quick Google to ensure you’ve spelled the poet’s name correctly, before you commit his name to stone?

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