Three on trial over stunning abuse of elder patients at East London clinic
Akousa Sakyiwaa, 38, had recently nudged 87-year-old Joan Mussett's breasts and let her know, 'i'm junior and my bosoms are superior to yours', it is charged. The point when Miss Mussett grumbled, Sakyiwaa pulled the bunk dress over the elderly lady's head and apparently said: 'see, you're the dead one.' John Mcnally, indicting, said the health awareness colleague showed up 'to have the trust to mocking the thought that anything might befall her', and blamed her for acting 'towards patients not as individuals yet as things, there to trouble her'
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Police spruce up in burkhas to enhance minority relations
Police spruce up in burkhas to enhance minority relations | The Beer Barrel
The garments swapping day occurred prior not long from now in Sheffield town and accompanied a comparative occasion in Barnsley. The officers wore splendidly coloured Muslim outfits and a full-length dark jilbab in addition to a niqab, which blankets the face leaving openings for eyes. Sergeant Deb Leonard, who wore a percentage of the apparel, depicted her encounter in a South Yorkshire Police in-house magazine.
The garments swapping day occurred prior not long from now in Sheffield town and accompanied a comparative occasion in Barnsley. The officers wore splendidly coloured Muslim outfits and a full-length dark jilbab in addition to a niqab, which blankets the face leaving openings for eyes. Sergeant Deb Leonard, who wore a percentage of the apparel, depicted her encounter in a South Yorkshire Police in-house magazine.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
welcome peeps from download politics forum!
welcome peeps from download politics forum! | The Beer Barrel
We aren't big into censorship. No crooked admins who bully newbies, welcome to the best forum!
We aren't big into censorship. No crooked admins who bully newbies, welcome to the best forum!
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Our brains view women as a bunch of body parts
Our brains view women as a bunch of body parts
You pass a woman on the street.
In glimpsing this stranger, did your brain see her as a whole person? Or a collection of body parts?
Be honest, boys and girls.
If you are, says a University of Nebraska-Lincoln researcher [Sarah Gervais], you'll probably acknowledge that you perceived body parts.
What's surprising is that it doesn't matter whether you're male or female. At first, you still see women as a bunch of pieces — differently than you see men.
You pass a woman on the street.
In glimpsing this stranger, did your brain see her as a whole person? Or a collection of body parts?
Be honest, boys and girls.
If you are, says a University of Nebraska-Lincoln researcher [Sarah Gervais], you'll probably acknowledge that you perceived body parts.
What's surprising is that it doesn't matter whether you're male or female. At first, you still see women as a bunch of pieces — differently than you see men.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Latest Purchase Thread | The Beer Barrel
Latest Purchase Thread | The Beer Barrel
Tampons, Diet Coke/splenda sweetened (because the other diet cokes taste like crap), a couple of T-bones from the meat market to throw on the grill tomorrow.
You asked.
Tampons, Diet Coke/splenda sweetened (because the other diet cokes taste like crap), a couple of T-bones from the meat market to throw on the grill tomorrow.
You asked.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Texas Outlaw Country | The Beer Barrel
Texas Outlaw Country
"Jerry Jeff showed up for a gig one night in a bathing suit, a vest, a cowboy hat, and maybe a bandanna. He’d been drinking Brandy Alexanders all day. We get him onstage, but he couldn’t remember any lyrics. After about three songs, some girl hollered, “Get off the stage, you drunk son of a bitch.” He responds, “F— you, f— you,” and then finally, “You ain’t got no beer. You ain’t got no cocaine. You ain’t got no pussy. You ain’t got anything I want.” Then he fell into the drum kit. The whole band walked out the front door, but he ended up playing by himself until one o’clock. That was the deal: he’d do the craziest things, but it’d always be funny when the story was told."
"Jerry Jeff showed up for a gig one night in a bathing suit, a vest, a cowboy hat, and maybe a bandanna. He’d been drinking Brandy Alexanders all day. We get him onstage, but he couldn’t remember any lyrics. After about three songs, some girl hollered, “Get off the stage, you drunk son of a bitch.” He responds, “F— you, f— you,” and then finally, “You ain’t got no beer. You ain’t got no cocaine. You ain’t got no pussy. You ain’t got anything I want.” Then he fell into the drum kit. The whole band walked out the front door, but he ended up playing by himself until one o’clock. That was the deal: he’d do the craziest things, but it’d always be funny when the story was told."
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