I've looked online and it seems that the term "clicktim", for someone who's been duped into clicking on a click-bait link hasn't ever been used.

Basically I just made it up.

How can I become an overnight billionaire from this invention?

It's a well known fact that anything come up with first on the internet makes people rich and famous beyond their wildest dreams so, help me out.

I'll give you all:

1p if I make a tenner.
£10 if I become a millionaire
£50 if I become a billionaire
£1000 if i become a trillionaire
100 shares in NightjarCorp if I become richer than Bill Gates + the Sultan of Brunei x Paul McCartney - Adele x The Queen and Emlyn Hughes and Willie Carson - what Lester Piggott diddled off the taxman.

+ whatever Elton John and Ben Elton's collection of ostentatiously-sized glasses makes at a local church raffle.

x the combined contemporary value of the treasures looted by the N*zis during WWII.


- VAT.

Can I be the person who makes you an overnight billionaire by suggesting you spell it 'clictim', and who doesn't get a penny?

Why are there so many rivers in the UK called the Wye/Wyre and the Thames/Thame/Tame/Teme/Team?

Jack Douglas' Duke of Earl T-shirt. Wot? Why? There must be a joke there, isn't there?

If a friend of yours had laughed at how easily manipulated their boyfriend was, how gullible, how generous, how many times he'd believed you that you weren't knocking off a string of other people, would you tell him?

I was friendly with her, but over the course of this I've not only met him, spent time with him, and prefer him to her. I have done similar in the past, but never with a genuinely sweet guy who works hard for a modest income.

Unless you can provide evidence to him, I wouldn't do it. She'll only deny it and claim you're making stuff up because you're jealous of her. And he'll believe her.

Yeah, I'm afraid you're right. It just makes things a bit awkward.

Why do orange Capri-Suns take less than half a minute to drink? Always. Even the 330ml ones.

Nightjar wrote:

I've looked online and it seems that the term "clicktim", for someone who's been duped into clicking on a click-bait link hasn't ever been used.

Basically I just made it up.

How can I become an overnight billionaire from this invention?

It's a well known fact that anything come up with first on the internet makes people rich and famous beyond their wildest dreams so, help me out.

I'll give you all:

1p if I make a tenner.
£10 if I become a millionaire
£50 if I become a billionaire
£1000 if i become a trillionaire
100 shares in NightjarCorp if I become richer than Bill Gates + the Sultan of Brunei x Paul McCartney - Adele x The Queen and Emlyn Hughes and Willie Carson - what Lester Piggott diddled off the taxman.

+ whatever Elton John and Ben Elton's collection of ostentatiously-sized glasses makes at a local church raffle.

x the combined contemporary value of the treasures looted by the N*zis during WWII.


- VAT.

I think you need to do wider research before you buy a yacht called T*ts and name the two tenders to it N*pple I and N*pple II, while your subjects are flogged for not being religious enough.

As someone who always clicks when there is a hint that Timothee Chalamet has been mentioned or newly photographed, I would strongly suspect the term 'clicktim' has been used before.

Why are recorders called recorders? They don't record anything?

They just make noises when you blow down them.

Way back in the day 'record' meant to sing or play a song to yourself in order to learn it. A recorder was a simple, easy-to-play instrument which you might use for that purpose.

Than you, Fangy. I feel suitably enlightened.

Thank you, so do I. That's genuinely interesting. I'd always thought the only real purpose of recorders was for whacking siblings.

Is three and a half years within or outside the bounds of acceptable for getting in touch with a former friend?

Specifically, solely to ask if I can have the beautifully carved and polished olivewood cheeseboard and matching ashtray she accidentally packed in her suitcase?

We've barely spoken since our ill fated holiday. The last time we were together I had to threaten to throw her overboard to stop her from following me round this boat we ended up on. That, only after a warning to have her marooned on an island proved ineffective.

They are such lovely things.

I would say it is perfectly acceptable to get in touch with her.

I think I will.

While I'm at it I'll also contact an old friend who became a Messianic Jew after a drug addiction.

We fell out because she refused to accept that Messianic Judaism was a contradiction in terms and her hopes of finding a practicing Jewish husband were bound to be dashed against the rocks of reality. You may as well have a Buddhist Pope.

While browsing the crazy world of Apricity last night I was reminded of her. Hopefully she's doing wonderfully and has become more informed about the basics.

I was on the tube and a woman sitting opposite looked just like one of those badly made Neanderthal models you sometimes see in museums - wiry hair, jaw out to here, four foot nothing or thereabouts.

She made me wonder, why we have such dreadful provincial museums compared to the United States?

Surely we were out in the world thieving years before they got round to it, so what happened? I went to Ohio once and was astonished at the quality and scope of their art museums.

I recall a thesis that compared the two countries approaches to philanthropy. Lavish public generosity/need to be known as, compared with a mean spirit/no interest in self promotion. It was convincingly argued. Perhaps that's it.

Apparently in the mid 60's Time or one of those magazines got in touch with the UN ambassadors from France, America, and the U.K. to ask what they each wanted for Christmas. The French asked for liberty, equality, and fraternity. The Americans asked for freedom and democracy. The British asked for a crate of Bollinger and a box of marzipan fruits.