Friday

Thursday 19 October: The air stinks of menace

09:00
1989 Gerry Conlon walks out the door a free man as he and Guildford Four have convictions for IRA bomb attacks quashed by Court of Appeal in London after 15 years in prison on trumped-up charges
Christ, I could sink a pint about now, 1989

10:10
As the Earth ploughs through space it picks up 20-40 tonnes of space debris per day, mostly in the form of dust particles.
14:25
My man is perturbed looking after lunch and it's not just the chicken fajitas. Dropped the kids off at the pool and seemingly, the Phantom rides again. He makes interpretable noises in the booth. The air stinks of menace but then I decide I couldn't be bothered to figure out who it is. They're all suspect. This place is full of wankers.
21:42
Sweet bird of youth:
In the 1920s, a new woman was born. She smoked, drank, danced, and voted. She cut her hair, wore make-up, and went to petting parties. She was giddy and took risks. She was a flapper.
http://history1900s.about.com/od/1920s/a/flappers.htm
The dictionary set me right by defining the word as a fledgling, yet in the nest, and vainly attempting to fly while its wings have only pinfeathers; and I recognized that the genius of 'slanguage' had made the squab the symbol of budding girlhood.
[F. Scott] Fitzgerald described the ideal flapper as "lovely, expensive, and about nineteen."
Your ideal woman is a bit of a flapper
Can't you tell where this is going to go?
Let me see, pssscheeee, sslffapp- no. Fslapp- no. Fffffzzlaaaapper? Perhapper. Tlapper? Vlappers? SLAPPER! That's it! 
"Slapper". Used to describe a seemingly 'attractive' young girl of about nineteen-going-on-forty-nine who smokes, swears, smears her make up and gives blowies in the back of the van. Your ideal slapper is drunk, cheap and has a classy fat back.