I'd take it further. Some people have come from such horrors it's a moral duty to look after them, even if it COST us money.

Human Rights, subject to mandatory credit check. (If you can't afford it, you're not human.)

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

It's highly variable, beyond just being-in-a-city. Sometimes there are subsidies for services (like ensuring a hospital or big employer has 24 hour transport) but it's kinda potecode by postcode/

The only good thing about it is that I'll get to give them a hard time over making me jump through their bullshit hoops. I may even have prepared a speech on complicity, medical ethics and whistleblowing.

Instead, they're calling me in for no good reason at all, beyond maintaining control of my endocrine system. MY FUCKING HORMONES MY DECISION YOU BASTARDS.

I know that thing so well. I was just old enough to start going out in Glasgow...then they cancelled all the night buses to Paisley.

It's not the learning that is difficult, it's the effect on my self image!

I'm going to have to learn to make my own webshite (no autocarrot, that is not a typo) at this rate.

They taught the sheep Norwegian?! (Looks like a Bluefaced Leicester, one of the most popular English breeds.)

Ohhh! this is very me-shaped! (Also, I recognise a couple of the wheel types in the image. None of them is traditional Norwegian style. They're all in Canada.)

They just want someone to touch their peen/bean, but haven't figured out they need to wash first.