Yes, I live in a 20mph area, they work very well. I may have misread, but it really looks to me from your posts like you were suggesting that it's a driver's fault no matter what. I'll admit ignorance as to what "presumed" liability means.
I don't think the solution to it is liability based on vehicle size. You can end up legally liable for something where you've taken all reasonable steps.
Call me Jeremy Clarkson if you like, but it can absolutely be a pedestrian's fault if they're killed by a car.
That is an absolutely killer final line.
I'm in charge of a bunch of people at work. Inspired by Fabian Hurzeler I decided to pick a fight with a much better manager this morning to distract from the fact that I'm not very good at my job.
I live in Brighton and would always try and wangle a ticket in the home end for this fixture. Didn't do it this year as I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my gob shut. They've really taken against Arsenal for reasons best known to themselves.
I guess their fans and manager being such dicks worked to that end as well. I'm sure if they'd been their usual genteel selves it would have probably let to more tension transmitting on the pitch.
Ian Woan in 1991 sinking Liverpool. Happy times.
The Arsenal team that exists in Brighton fans’ heads and the one that exists in real life are a million miles from each other. Pricks.
Liverpool may have lost to the bottom club in the last minute but at least they can get back on the bus and look at themselves in the mirror knowing that they haven’t sullied the good name of football by scoring from a set piece.
“You’ll find the second time is…”
[BANG]
“Yes. Considerably.”
I hate being on the same side as the Everything Is Always America's Fault people.
Raya has to be in the “worth 12-15 points a season” category
People get too embroiled in the morality of stuff like this when, as with Iraq, the real issue is, that it’s just a fucking terrible idea.
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The glib, smart-arse thing to say here would be “hang in there brother” but he’s been properly done over here.
Must be galling for all those Labour hopefuls who spent their youth keeping their noses clean in case one misdemeanour came back to bite them watching the political landscape dominated by one bloke who was a racist bully at school and another who claimed they could make your tits bigger by hypnosis.
No, of course they don’t. They blame it on the Muslims and say the election was rigged.
Well it is a hot Topic.
Somewhere in a meeting room at Labour HQ a bunch of strategists are sitting around going “well that obviously proves we’re not racist enough. What can we do to move the dial here?” while literally everyone else in the building bangs their head on the table.
I'm sure there's Stiltons of gags you could make if you put your mind to it.
Throw in the mascots to make it 8 and I’m in.
Either it’s about the work, the individuality and the skill or it isn’t, lads.
“I know, I’ll put a picture of Boris Johnson making a silly face in front of a burning hospital”.
Amazing, where DO you get your ideas?
If Bluesky users are so anti-AI because it’s lazy and uncreative, how come so many of them fawn over Cold War Steve every time he tosses out a five minute photoshop job based on an idea that a mediocre sixth former would reject as too obvious?
Am I the only person who finds Cold War Steve as funny as a dose of pneumonia? As money for old rope art goes, he’s up there with Matt from the Telegraph.
These dickheads then got genuinely affronted when people decided to talk to each other instead, like they were doing us all a favour which we'd thrown back in their faces.
The only time I can remember this happening was when there were a lot of people off school with a cold that was going round and the teachers said "fuck it" and got the whole year in a lecture theatre and put something on that was shit and nobody watched.
"I'd like to buy both Guns n' Roses albums please"
See also people who care about who "won" Prime Ministers' Questions.
This would require British housebuilders to construct a series of dykes and various other vital infrastructure. You can’t trust them to build a playground.
