I agree with you over all (however when I’ve spoken with Mossos it’s been much better than with the Guardia Civil, so they are not all bad)
I was thinking of their motivations. Regarding terrorism, they missed one guy who planned an attack, so it’s not surprising they want to chase all Muslims now. I think a lot of it is to do with protecting their backs.
After the big shooting earlier this year I believe they’re more worried about drug dealers than pickpockets … plus there was a bunch of raids just a couple of months back where they found the organised crime was very organised.
I agree about the mossos not tackling pickpockets, but it’s fair to say there’s things they’re doing that are good too.
Ah cool, I’ll look it up then!
Is Tokyo Xtreme a bit like Tokyo Highway Challenge 2? Because that game was really good IMO :-)
I honestly don’t give a shit about any of that. On screen he comes across as the kind of guy no sensible woman would want to be in a room with alone.
This is the one I’m most in line with … I enjoyed him in the first Guardians movie the first time I watched it, but having seen more of his acting I think that was either dumb luck or great directing.
I actively avoid watching stuff with him in now, including the first Guardians movie. He gives off a bad vibe to me.
Yeah, I was surprised to be honest!
Before doing track days at Cadwell Park I used to fire up Project Cars and do a couple of laps just to remind myself of the order and camber of the corners (it’s a very complex track), but that didn’t feel realistic at all … Dirt 4 does, even though the stages aren’t real, which is ironic
Yeah, some kids need persuasion in order to eat a more varied diet, so that’s probably where the thinking comes from, but like anything if taken to extremes it becomes abusive.
Now I’m middle aged and have developed a bunch of food allergies, so I’ve been forced into picky eating :-(
Probably the weirdest thing for me was a lunch supervisor who decided I had to eat liver when that was part of lunch in the small rural primary school I went to.
It always had the texture of a rubber ball and the flavour of stale vomit. So I would be made to sit and look at it on my plate instead of going out and playing with the other kids, for about 30 minutes, once a week.
I wasn’t a picky eater (we didn’t have much money, so that was my main meal of the day, I was always hungry), that was literally the only thing I didn’t want to eat. Other kids weren’t made to eat all of their lunches.
I remember her being really angry about it and standing over me the whole time.
I’d forgotten all about hand pain from forced copy-writing, being a lefty that was a common part of my disliking school
About 1600km, and fuck no. Hit the ground running when I was 16 and never called anywhere home again.