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they announced it four years ago.
It goes to show how often I feel the crisp cotton paper of our highest denomination between my fingers.
I harbour an ambition to withdraw a few from my current account only to deposit them at a different branch twenty minutes later.
trying to buy votes
or, IDK, Trevor Baylis or James Dyson or someone like that dies.
£20 notes with a Dyson Airblade on the back. That's literally money.
we're lucky it's not Churchill and Kitchener etc. on every note. Keep the train geeks coming.
some pretty nefarious connotations
don't put anyone on money ffs, it's elitist enough as it is
That said I'm a fan of Darwin, so he can be on all the notes too.
While we're at it, chuck Stephen Hawking on there too.
It's like saying that Charles Babbage invented the microchip.
(Charles Babbage should probably be on a note, shouldn't he?)
or maybe varying degrees of happiness according to value.
ONLY PROBLEM IS THERE'S NOTHING WE COULD PUT ON ANYTHING LESS THAN A £20!
off our notes too.
THE QUEEN. I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUR QUEEN.
btw there's a throwdown of sorts in that pizza thread. consider yourself THROWN DOWN TO
CEREBRAL PEDUNCLE: Did we know this day would come?
CEREBELLA NUCLEI: Hard to say really.
CEREBRAL PEDUNCLE: Well, I suppose the key is not to overthink the situation but how we're going to DEAL with the situation. How are we going to make him REACT to the throwdown?
LATERAL NUCLEAR GROUP: We should NUKE Loui_Tacceh
CORONA RADIATA: That's what you always say!
LATERAL NUCLEAR GROUP: Shut up, Corona Radiata, you stupid lefty!
CEREBRAL PEDUNCLE: Hey, none of this arguing! Come on, we're all part of the same brain. And frankly, we're all more or less lefty.
METATHALAMUS: I guess so, even though he's spent an unneccessary amount of time trying to see how he can verbalise his own interpretation of his political / ideological stance in this play before realising that it doesn't really matter. It's just a silly forum post; in fact I'm surprised he's gone this far without making a joke about the Lumineers all dying of cholera in the Crimean War because that's what they love.
CEREBELLA NUCLEI: Maybe it's because he had a realisation that the Lumineers are just PEOPLE. Sure they make music he doesn't like, but at the end of the day, they're just people trying to pursue their own creativity aren't they?
LATERAL NUCLEAR GROUP: Shut up, Cerebella Nuclei, you big Marxist pansy. Stop making M-B not funny; if it were up to me, we'd NUKE the Lumineers to the GROUND.
METATHALMUS: You know, if we're picking up flaws in M-B's creation of these plays, then maybe we should first address that I really don't think this is how the brain works. I mean, I don't actually have a clue what the Lateral Nuclear Group actually does -- I doubt it's the part of the brain that wants to nuke everything; and I doubt the Metathalmus is the part of the brain dedicated to self-reflexive commentary on the plays in which it features. In both cases, they're just kind of rubbish puns.
CEREBRAL PEDUNCLE: Can I still be the leader?
CEREBELLA NUCLEI: Hang on. As a rational-minded rational mind society, I thought we were beyond having something as backwards as a leader. We're capable of working in the abstract as a human mind, thus - I suppose - M-B's reluctance to have concrete opinions or something.
METATHALMUS: You know what? Maybe this actually IS a realistic portrayal of M-B's brain, because we've gone COMPLETELY OFF-TRACK ON RIDICULOUS TANGENTS with regards to the original topic of how to react to Loui_Tacceh's throwdown in the deep pan pizza thread. And quite frankly, this whole thing is LUDICROUSLY SELF-INDULGENT, BUT IN A SELF-AWARE AND THUS NOT ENTIRELY IRRITATING AND ARROGANT WAY, THOUGH - THAT SAID - SOME WOULD ACTUALLY SEE IT AS EVEN MORE IRRITATING BECAUSE OF HOW, DESPITE THE SELF-AWARENESS, IT CONTINUES TO WILFULLY LUDICROUSLY SELF-INDULGENT.
METATHALMUS: You know I think that was quite an intelligent ending to the whole play. Pat on the back, I think M-B's earned his lunch now.
(the WHOLE BRAIN GANG all joins as one in making M-B finish typing this stage direction, so that he can click 'post reply', switch the laptop off for a bit and make and eat his lunch)
strong reply, gonna have to calculate my next MANOEUVRE
all this abstract quarrelling will achieve little beyond headaches
Nobody knows because he was a deadbeat fuck who couldn't invent his way out of a wet paper bag.
British manufacturing for over 40 years. Nearly half the output is exported. That Dyson joker shifted production of his shitty suckers off to Malaysia.
a smiley acid face?
a pint (as we're part of a nation GRIPPED by booze)?
a depressed man