Just as well that I am not in the US then.

Easy. If I was trapped in a recently abandoned pickle factory, then I would survive on the food in the staff canteen, starting with what had just been prepared, such as pizza and sandwiches; after a day or so I would move on to see what was in the refrigerators, and finally work my way up to the frozen food. Oh, by the way, when they abandoned the factory, they forgot to turn off the power, so all the perishables are still nicely preserved.

Also, lots of things can be pickled, not just cucumbers. The word “pickles” makes me immediately think of pickled onions. There is usually quite a bit of sugar in the picking vinegar.

I assume no-one, including the feddit uk admins, can access the server to copy anything off it, so it will all be lost.

There is nothing scientific about homeopathy.

I wonder how many other people at the mosque secretly think the same as you? If you have children, do you think they will be less constrained than you? In which case, there is some hope that the next generation will escape the strictures of organised religion.

It is ambiguous. “Hannibal Lector, how great an actor was he?” This could mean Trump thinks the actor is called Hannibal Lector, or the “he” could refer to the guy playing Hannibal Lector, which would be Anthony Hopkins. Like a lot of stuff that comes out of Trump’s mouth, it is an inarticulate mush, with the true meaning implied rather than explicit, and not worth arguing about.

You may think of them as children, but they are almost old enough (18) to be conscripted to fight in Ukraine.

UEFA are testing the waters by allowing Russia to compete only in the under 17 competition initially. Depending on the reaction, they may lift the ban in the senior competitions too. More countries need to boycott the U17 competition to send UEFA a clear message—if enough teams join the boycott then the competition will not be viable, leading to loss of revenue, and money talks.

When you go into a room for something and then can’t remember what it was. There is something about crossing a threshold that makes memories go poof.