drinking alphabetically because the beauty’s gone...

John - 28, English, yorkshireman living in Bath. I confess that I suffer occasionally from milk-guilt (I have a house-mate who shops more efficiently than I), I also invented the hyphen. Just made that last part up but I assure you it’s true.

My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Brontë, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantelpiece, in order to prove it could be done.

Wait, no; my absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees — which you might think is mean of me. Of course you’d be right, but not to worry, I was lying: it’s not my favourite piece of information after all.

My absolute, supreme favourite piece of information is this: there is a large kink in the Trans-Siberian Railway because when the tsar decreed that the Trans-Siberian Railway should be built, he drew on a map with a ruler where the decreed tracks should run. The ruler had a nick in it.

drinking alphabetically because the beauty’s gone all sore.

8 ♥ / 10 July, 2012

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