Uxorious: devoted to one's wife.
MrsDoyle
At least they still exist somewhere, albeit hidden. In the early days of television, the BBC routinely taped over episodes, even of really popular shows, because the tapes were expensive.
Example: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who_missing_episodes
Every now and then a box of old VHS recordings turns up in someone's shed or attic, and can be added back in to the archive. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leicestershire-67218634
One thing that helped my posture was raising my monitor - a hardback copy of Infinite Jest did the trick. But follow all the good advice here too - core strength, stretching, massage. It is really, really worth the effort.
Yeah, I guess ... two out of ten for effort though? I mean, everything was spelled correctly!
Ooooh, I'm rare! Colour me capercaillie.
I regularly shop at a supermarket built on a site where people were burned as witches in the 17th century.
A ship's captain was away at sea and died after his ship was wrecked in a storm. Back home, his housemaid was accused of having created the storm and was burned at the stake. And there I am buying lemons and ice cream and toothpaste. It blows my mind.
I'm from New Zealand originally. Small town in a small country. The time zone joke back then was, "If it's 5pm in Sydney, it's 1956 in Auckland."
You dialled by putting a finger in each number hole one at a time, dragging each one to the stop. When I was a kid our town's phone numbers had just four digits, didn't take long to dial.
You could opt out of being in the phone book. I had to do this because a crazy woman who had had a teacher by the same name as me, in the same suburb as me, kept ringing me. First call she said, "Guess who this is?" Dunno. By the tenth call that first day she was yelling down the phone that I was a liar, asking me "Why are you being like this?!?" Because I was never your teacher! No caller id back then, so I had to keep right on answering. One time I picked up and shouted "FUCK OFF!" and yeah it was a work colleague, that was awkward.
the old boat has oars
Which no-one is using. It's the first thing I noticed. There's a man sitting in the stern with a tiller and rudder, but there's no visible means of propulsion, no other crew. Weird.
Edit: I zoomed in, and it's possible there is someone else in the boat, hard to see.
Ha ha, my random text was really vague about what council had issued the bogus parking ticket. By contrast when I strayed into a bus lane one time I got a letter from my council, complete with a very clear photo of me driving my car in said bus lane. And yes, I got a discount for paying right away.