Nuts in May is very British. It’s marvellous.

The Blues Brothers or Nuts in May

Must be a husk thing. Makes you wonder why solely, or largely, husks move like that in the human mouth? I wonder if an animal would get the same thing?

That’s teeth though. The corn husk works its way right down to the root of your tongue, in a convenient cleft where it meets the throat. If you know, you know.

Depends on context, but it usually means give it your absolute best, ‘don’t leave anything out there’.

It can simply mean don’t slack.

I don’t think it usually means ‘do this to the obvious detriment of your health’.

Or, as in Peep Show, ‘Tickety boo’.

I have a herniated disc and bunched nerves, so not much.

I’m in the UK too and I definitely see plenty of moths still. Not as many as summer, but there’s plenty of moths more suited to colder weather.

I’m a big fan of vinegar. You could pickle all kinds of awful foodstuffs and I’ll eat them.

The shit smearers.

Cucumber, because fuck cucumber.

With the caveat that if it’s small and you pickle it, I’m down.

Besides that, and I can’t express this more clearly, FUCK CUCUMBER. Infects everything it touches, permeates the air, tastes like old water, smells like… Foetid moss or watery algae.

I gather the hatred some people like me carry for pukecumber has a genetic root.

My mate, Big Dave, was 6ft 10in. He was just a giant man, not just gangly like some very tall folk. He used to tell people who regularly asked that he was 4ft 34in.

Do you shit in the toilet or the garden?