[nights] Shame on you, hunting innocent doughnuts

London. If I had seven zeros in my bank account I’d live here. Instead I content myself with visiting from time to time. London Festival of Baroque Music this weekend (and all week, but a weekend is a long enough break).

(Raak) 10^-8p should last several nanoseconds.

[Rosie] But what nanoseconds!

(Raak) Indeed, but what about the other 10¹⁸ or so?

I have a new pleasure to add: Using 'phut' as an expletive.

Experiencing a good night-time thunderstorm. There's just been one here but they were a lot more frequent in the '50s and '60s.

A follow-on from the last: florid and exuberant words.
Bamboozle, euphonium, badonkadonk, oleaginous, hornswoggle, sonorous... 'Exuberant' itself, for that matter.

Using singular verbs for "none" as it sure as heck isn't plural
Something I have inherited from my late dad is saying, for example, "none of them is even remotely competent". It genuinely gives me pleasure in a way that using the subjunctive in conversation no longer does.

(Phil) Similarly, Not inserting an intrusive "r", as in "Aston Villa is a football club."

Seeing someone rocking cool or fun clothes
Sharp blue trouser suit, fluorescent orange heels - although it did look like the heels were killing her