Very hard mode: there only seems to be one GIF each of Alastair Sim and Margaret Rutherford.

Sorrowmoose, lachrymoose, old fat furry catpuss, wake up and look at this thing that I bring…

Ah yes, the famously obedient ostrich/cassowary/emu family. Who can forget the calm and peaceful Michael Parkinson interview with Rod Hull’s gentle creature?

We get our own back in January though, when we convince the world we eat steaming offal cooked in an animal’s stomach, and that “neeps” are some kind of vegetable rather than the sound haggises make when they’re excited.

At least someone can pitch that as a cost-saving measure and stave off a couple of redundancies for a few weeks.
(I’m already expecting one-in-two of the paper towel dispensers to be empty like last cost-saving round)

Someone who’s close to a deadline and pressed for time?

And of course it affects domestic students too. Many courses won’t run without the income from overseas students. Universities are knowledge engines, driving our economy and raising our reputation overseas.

I just hope it’s going to be more than 8-10 episodes every couple of years.

Sounds like the coffee machine was broken and she was having to manifest every order into existence.

Our search feature is possibly the only thing that “AI” will be more useful and accurate than.
(Speaking from 15 minutes utter frustration this morning)

The worst ones are the choral versions of rock songs. I picture them like the Two Ronnies ladies choir sketch: all posh buck teeth, crystal sharp pronunciation and pink ‘70s evening dresses.
“Woah oh. Black Betty, Ram a lam!

Sounds like the stuff they throw in on Scala Radio (“Magic Classical” now thanks to moronic Bauer execs)

I’m so old, at my first job I was once sent down to Heathrow Airport to collect a set of presentation slides created in London and bring them back to Glasgow.
I think if slides were still so rare and expensive to achieve, we’d all be a lot happier.