A colleague came back from the US with a big back of mini Hershey's flavours. Most were ok but I legitimately thought the standard plain flavour had spoilt.
I'm a brit and have loved tyrkisk peber and other "salty" liquorice etc. sweets for a long time. I had a big bag of the hot and sour flavour and was rather sad when I ran out.
I've tried moving to signal but at most I have about 3 friends that use it with me, it simply not possible to dump it completely and remain in contact with all my friends and family members.
Some think they can curry favour by thowing the bigots a bone. The 'LGB drop the T' group can fly under a radar for a bit by piling in on the most hated upon group but don't seem to realise that they will be squarely back in their sights once the job is done...
It strikes me as extremely stereotypically american and to be honest I've never really understood it. To me a name seems such a big part of being an individual that to have the same as a parent seems a little odd - and it always seems to be for men and not women. It also makes me think of rich white oil barons, like Dallas, a very nouveau riche thing to do and maybe a little pretentious.
The main thing i would be concerned of is if there or may be two sons, will the non-inherited name child think they are somehow lesser? Would it create some resentment?
Sharing generational middle names is a thing here but I can't say I'm personally a fan of doing it for first names.
Thats not to say I don't find it quite impressive you have already got the counter to 4 or that it is some awful thing like calling your child something stupid or unpronounceable, you know better than an internet stranger in that regard.
Wouldn't it be a shame if the website got DDOS'd, the email account (JKRWF@turcanconnell.com) got spammed to shit and the morally bankrupt legal firm facilitating this also got something coming to their website (see email)
Parafilm representation! I love that stuff. I totally, absolutely didn't used to completely mummify samples we sent away to the miserable dicks at our sister lab...
A UK pancake is very much that same large like a crepe but more substantial as well. Enjoyed almost exclusively on pancake day with sugar and lemon (we did blood orange juice because fancy).
A tortie in my sink is exactly how I know summer has arrived