That bloke who ripped me off was a right tosser.

In Brighton, a lot of gigs are billed as ‘queer’, I think because we are known as a queer town or something? But like, you turn up and the bands are all cisdudes.

A Mongol writer named Huandag followed with an article entitled, 'No One Possesses Dual Homelands' and criticized attempts to overtly Kazakhize place-names in Bayan Olgi.

So again, a Tyrolese evening dance, though the costume, and the step, and the music may be different, is the same in feeling as that of the Parisian guinguette; but follow the Tyrolese into their temples, and their deep devotion and beautiful though superstitious reverence will be found very different from any feeling exhibited during a mass in Notre-Dame.