The clown who was performatively making men give up their seats for women on the Lizzie Line earlier
Clowns in general.The clown who was performatively making men give up their seats for women on the Lizzie Line earlier
I think if you broadcast you're an empath, you're not really one*"I'm an empath"
Often they're actually just an hole who wants to make something all about them.
I feel a bit like that. I kind of get it if they live in a city with decent public transport but I don't want to be the one who does all the driving.Went to the theatre at the weekend and fancied one of the actors so followed him on insta, he has just posted a reel of him having a driving lesson (as a fully grown adult). Turns out one of my icks is a man who can't drive (unless for good reason such as on medical grounds).
I never understood the Olly Murs appeal.My sister in law (my husbands brothers wife) calls our father in law 'Poppa B' (B being the initial of his surname), Just call him Alan for Christ's sake. Makes me nauseous.
Also, my colleague, who is an adult woman over the age of 30, is absolutely obsessed with Olly Murs.
He gives me the people.I never understood the Olly Murs appeal.
Aw, I would've enjoyed that and probably would've joined in, especially with the Ooh! Aah! bits, doing the hand-choppy actions an' all.In a shop the other day and one of the staff was stocking a display and singing 'Kung Fu Fighting' just loud enough that people would definitely hear him/look over. He was really into it and I thought my legs were going to give way from the effort of walking past and pretending I didn't see him. He could certainly hold a tune which somehow made it worse?