Odd that so many people are coming out the woodwork to say they didn't know Britons fairly often call women birds.
MadBob
How are you saying Amadeus so that the "ama" is different from that in "amateurs"?
This is what one of the stations looks like:
There are stations on Anglesey where you have to stick your arm out to hail the train, and the only two routes they lie on are served by the kind of 1970s DMU like you mentioned on its way to Chester or a Pendelino on its way to London or something.
You're not joking!
Regarding antidepressants: I was on them for a number of years and I'd say they're a stopgap to keep you surviving until you can finally tackle the problem once and for all with something therapy. They make you feel very grey, assuming there's no side-effects, which can be anywhere between mildly amusing to headwrecking. But of course, grey is lighter than black, and on the other hand, I've known people who've been taking antidepressants for decades. I'm ridiculously self-disciplined so I often find it relatively easy to rationalise ruminations away but some aren't so lucky. So I agree with the others saying you should ask a doctor about it. I spoke to my GP about it to begin with.
Time makes fools of us all I suppose!
Riled up? Are you sure?
Not enough appreciation is given to workstations where the monitor faces away from the rest of the room.
It's Britney, bwonch.
"Well, it's a living!"