From where I lived, just the lager and cider together was snakebite, and with blackcurrant it was a "snakebite and black" - but I think there was a lot of regional variety (in the UK, at least).

I have heard lager/cider/blackcurrant called a snakebite before though (I remember it causing a disagreement in the pub) - but I've also heard it called a "diesel" (which elsewhere was something mixed with guinness). I'm pretty sure you sometimes got different things in different pubs in the same town.

I suppose pre-internet, we were just relying on the drunk people ordering things to decide what they wanted to call stuff ("what was that purple mixed drink called that made me throw up on my own shoes?").

Mix rice up with tomato sauce, melt a bit of mozzarella cheese in, some slices of pepperoni in it, sprinkle in some basil and oregano... check behind you that nobody can see you commit culinary crimes... delicious.

To (controversially) go one step further, all unsweetened carbohydrate bases are interchangeable.

You can put pasta topping on a pizza, you can put pizza topping on rice, you can put toastie fillings on a potato waffle and it always ends up nice.

Pubs in the UK used to (or still do?) have blackcurrant and lime cordial for this.

"Lager and Lime", "Lager and Blackcurrant" and "Cider and Blackcurrant" were pretty common 20-30 years ago. A shot of cordial (concentrated juice), then filled up with lager beer.

There was also orange cordial behind the bar, but nobody ever drank "Lager and orange". I believe it was some form of crime.

It's a bit weird, isn't it?

Technically, the navigational tool is "a compass" and the geometric draw-a-circle tool is "a pair of compasses" (I don't know why) - but in general use, people just call both of them "a compass".

We've had hundreds of years to rename one of them, but for some reason haven't bothered.

Me "Hi, is that, umm... Phones, number four, uhhhh?"

Phones4u "Haha, yes, but It's pronounced 'Phones For You'"

Me "Oh, it's it a wrong number? I've got it written down here, it's a number four, not a word 'for' f-o-r, and it's not the word 'you', but just a letter U on its own, which is pronounced 'uh'"

Phones4u "yes, that's how we write it"

Me "Why? Why didn't you do it properly? It's just like that argument with the 90s boyband Fiveive all over again."

Etc etc

Is it a weird guilt thing?

I hated that song when the programme was new, but now I feel guilty about it, because someone was trying their best, and they wrote, re-wrote, edited and worked on that song and for every instrument and vocal, someone practised and practised and performed, and even if it wasn't quite to my taste, it doesn't mean it was bad, and I picture them still crying themselves to sleep at night, twenty years later, going "everyone hates the song I did for Star Trek Enterprise and now I hate myself", so I make sure to watch the full intro so I don't hurt their feelings.

That's what everyone else does too, right?

I thought the pull-string light switch inside the bathroom was the standard in the UK?

I've only seen switches outside bathrooms in the last 5 years, in recent "having the bathroom re-done" cases.

It might be an age of house or regional thing though.

Here they still exist - they just make you pay if you want a new one. I (and seemingly most people) use them all the time still, but I guess more people reuse them more times now. I'm quite happy to pay 30p for one when the old ones get used up. I think they're a bit sturdier than they used to be too - so less likely for the handles to snap when you've still got a mile to walk home.

I guess it mostly cut down on unwanted ones getting littered etc. Now they're valuable, all the more reason to hoard them in a cupboard in the kitchen.

Where you are it sounds like they stopped existing - what do you put your food shopping in? Do you still have a thousand left that you previously hoarded?

I think technically it's both, but it's mainly focused on the former - the shop and supermarket ones. You now pay 20 or 30p for them - previously when they were free, they would sometimes force a bag on you, even if you didn't want one (I guess to walk around advertising their shop).

Throwing pretend milkshakes at a pretend Nigel Farridge is disrespectful.

We should be burning effigies of him on bonfires.

"Hmm...", said the sword, quizzically. "The scriptures on those are a little vague in the translation the Blacksmith had".

The sword paused for a moment to think, its metal shifting subtly in a manner which could vaguely be described as coy.

"Maybe...", stuttered the sword, "you could show me what that means".