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  1. 6 hours ago, Rutabaga said:

    This is unambiguously what someone in the U.S. would think of as pudding:

    13-quick-creamy-chocolate-pudding.jpg 

     

    That (could do with a dollop of clotted cream) is a pud, pudding, sweet, dessert, or afters. It's also a chocolate mousse (not mouse or moose - the former having whiffley whiskers, the latter: horns).

  2. 3 hours ago, Merkin said:

    British writers appear to have a lot more nuance to trudge through than we Yanks do.  I think a major concern for them would be maintaining consistency for character class, rank, or origin throughout a story.

    ...which is why we have editors!

    Here is a well known writer at work:

     

     

  3. Sadly, Cole has gone mildly mad. This: - a banana, blueberry and shredded-coconut salad dressed lightly in mayonnaise - is just wrong. Mayonnaise with banana???!!! Yick! Pah!

    A salad has shrubbery and cucumber and tomatoes etc, NOT bananas, blueberries and shredded-coconut... bananas, blueberries and shredded-coconut is, with double cream, a delightful pud. 'nuff said.

    'The Errand Boy' is another peachy Parker. Read it, do!

    https://awesomedude.com/cole-parker/the-errand-boy/the-errand-boy.htm

  4. Sitting on the freshly ploughed loam of the field and leaning back against a hay-rick Gowther Mazza smelt the redolent new mown grass, listened to the bird song, and felt like he was in heaven.
    "There was a time," said Gowther, cuddling the youngster on his lap, "that this would have raised a few eyebrows. Not to mention days in a cell and furious interviews by the rozzers. But now. Now, in these... whadda ya call em?"
    "The end days, Gowther," the youngster replied. "That's what the newsies call 'em, anyways."
    "Aye, that's them. the end days," Gowther said, moving the slither of tooth-pick from one side of his mouth to the other. "Take my chewy thing, here. Way back when it'd have been a bit of straw off a bale, or a match... but then you prolly don't know what those are, do you?"
    "Oh yes I do," the youngster replied. "DadAI was tellin's me all about matches. If you like em you swipe left and if you don't you swipe right. Ain't it so!"
    Gowther sighed, amazed at how fast it had all changed. When his granpappy had been his age they'd still had real transport, with electrickery engines and google mapins. Now, post crash, it'd taken just a few canny folk to corner the market in good old fashioned 'orses. Not that yer average soul could ever expect to travel on one. Worth more than life itself were those 'orses. 'orse feivery was a capital crime and the vids that showed public executions were so over-subscribed they had to institute a lottery for access.
    The youngster wiggled and Gowther grunted with pleasure. "That's nice," he said, "that's really nice."
    "You picked the prog," the youth said. "There's a few minutes left. Still want a girl? 'cause I can be a boy if yer like, or trans."
    "Na, youse alright," Gowtha said. "''sides, I'm nearly outa creds."
    With a minute to go the sky started to bleed away, followed by the church steeple, the nearby village, the field they were in, and finally the youngster as a bell chimed and the sim shut down.

  5. 26 minutes ago, Rutabaga said:

    ...we actually find out what happens to the two main characters in the end . . .

    But, and here the mind slightly boggles, thankfully not the technicalities. :afterglow[1]:

    A downbeat, but worthy read. Grant and Ethan were an interesting pair, and Grant's verbal take-down in the frat house was peachy!

    A possible alternate title for  'A Campus Halloween' might be 'The Largest Pumpkin on the Patch.'  :icon_geek:

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