Insightful and usually caustic blogger Ms Vile File shares some correspondence from one of her readers who attempted to be nice, and rather wishes she hadn't: "I went out for an early morning walk (around St Heliers) when I noticed in the bus-stop ahead the distinctive shape of the Wild-Haired Woman. A homeless local identity of K-Road, she sometimes sleeps upright in this shelter, before walking back into the city. I saw she was rubbing her hands together, trying to keep warm, and guilt snuck up the sleeve of my thick, toasty jacket, laced its fingers around my heart, and squeezed.
"A drop of compassion was produced. I took off my gloves. As I held them out to ask if she'd like them, I realised certain things were slightly wrong. The hair was right, but the silk scarf and viciously pointed heels were definitely wrong. There was a very uncomfortable silence while this definitely Non-Homeless Woman thought of the best way to deal with a madwoman thrusting a pair of gloves in her face, and I thought of ways to remove myself ... Backing off quickly seemed the best plan, so I scuttled off into the dark ... "
(Source: vilefile.blogspot.com)
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Trivia for the trivial-minded:
Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks or it will digest itself.
The dot over the letter "i" is called a tittle.
A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.
A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find a mate.
Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.
During the chariot scene in Ben Hur, a small red car can be seen in the distance (and Charlton Heston's wearing a watch).
On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily.
Because metal was scarce, the Oscars given out during World War II were made of wood.
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A follow-up to yesterday's road rage with grapefruit story: Jeni Peterson says motorists can also be victims of cyclists' abuse. "The other week I eased my car forward at a T junction to see past a road sign to check the road was clear. It was clear except for a respectable-looking middle-aged gent on a bike, who had plenty of time to cycle round me. He did so but at the same time yelled out 'Bike lane, bitch'. The only positive was it made my normally rowdy children speechless."
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