A hill you will die on.

[GreenEyesIsBack]

Mine is amongst others that carbonara should only ever be made with long pasta, none of your penne, or fusili nonsense.

If an online form asks me to state my gender and doesn't have a 'none' option, I won't answer any of the equality questions, likewise if it has garbled questions about what I identify as.

If you want factual answers don't ask ambiguous questions that don't make any sense. The answers will be meaningless.

That social media and phone use has altered how we behave so drastically that it now impacts friendships, relationships and how we parent, socialise, communicate and live as a society. A whole generation has been impacted by life on phones- for the majority this has been for the worse 😞

Chocolate and dried fruit are wonderful together!

Victoria sponge is probably the worst cake ever invented.

(And on that note, as much as I love our British life, realistically, literally every other country in Europe has way better desserts in general.. Ours is shockingly boring and one-note.)

Behaviour contracts should be signed before you enter a cinema

Dog ownership should be contingent upon having passed a proper official test

Not as bad as licking yoghurt lids.
That should be a crime.

Table manners
Camping cannot possibly be fun
All humans are entitled to respect and courtesy

You died on the wrong hill ☹️

Football is rubbish. I don't want to watch grown men throwing themselves to the floor. If i want to watch diving i will watch the Olympics.

Ew, get out.

The cream goes on the scone first and then the jam is put on as a blob on top, this is now called a bobby dazzle.
My dad told me this so it must be right.

There should be limits on personal wealth. No one needs over a billion.

Pregnant women should not wear dungarees.

No one has ever been more right about anything than you are about this. Mint chocolate is the Devil's own food

Fruit and nut chocolate, mm...

So wrong. They are the best comfort. Cleaner than humans who do all sorts in a bed anyway including licking other people's private parts.

@GreatAuntytobe Because my dogs are some of the best examples of their breed (healthy, stable, capable of working etc). I love my breed (Golden Retrievers) and my family have bred them for over 50 years now.

People are always going to breed. Better it's someone who loves their breed, knows their breed and does it safely and carefully than a puppy farmer.

I love Golden Retrievers, and I will do all I can - within reason - to ensure that healthy dogs are being purchased by responsible owners. I keep my dogs once they're bred from (I currently have 3 'ex-breeders'), I love them, I spend a small fortune on them. Ultimately, breeders like me are not the problem and dogs are domestic animals which people can and should breed from - just like cats are.

The problem is people being unhealthy dogs and doing it badly, not people breeding healthy dogs and doing it well.

I have an AMA thread you're welcome to look at if you have any questions 😊

If you talk to anyone on the phone on a speakerphone out in public, or listen to your music on a loudspeaker will inherently and irrevocably mean that you are just simply a garbage human being. Sorry.

Anyone over the age of three that is not going to a bonfire should ever wear dungarees

Wensleydale cheese is horrid but is made an abomination by the addition of cranberries.
I love most other cheeses, even the really blue and smelly ones!

Elevated Italian food exists. Eat traditional food in the Dolomites.

No woman should wear dungarees. They are strictly for toddlers,

You reminded me … floor is only inside a building or structure. Everything else is the ground.

It’s dessert not pudding, pudding is a type of dessert.

@Tacohill there are breeders licences already...

Seriously? It's the beige cardigan of curries. It’s what happens when someone looks at a menu full of bold, fragrant, fire-breathing masterpieces and thinks, “No thank you, I’d prefer my dinner to taste like warm seasoned yogurt.” It’s a curry that needs to apologise for even occupying the same menu page as proper curries. No heat, no edge, no personality, just a timid, creamy squeaky whisper of “I was almost interesting once.”
Korma is what you order when you’re afraid of flavor. It takes chicken, already the most commitment phobic of proteins and drowns it in a sweet, nutty lullaby that lulls your taste buds into early retirement. Every spoonful feels like culinary bubble wrap, safe, padded, and utterly pointless. In a world of jalfrazis, baltis, rogan josh's, madras, bhuna or vindaloos that challenge you korma sits there like a participation trophy in a bowl. Gaaaaaaaaaaaahh.