I'm obsolete.

You are 'French'. In the nineteenth century, it
was the international language of diplomacy.
It is a 'beautiful' language, meaning that it
is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin.

You know the importance of communicating
'diplomatically', which for you means both
being polite and friendly when necessary and
using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when
appropriate. Your life is guided by either
existentialism or nihilism, depending on the
weather. You have a certain appreciation for
the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic
way of saying that you are a disgusting
hedonist. Your problem is that French has been
obsolete for a long time.


What obsolete skill are you?
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Whitby.

Well, end of April will see me vanishing off to Whitby for the Gothic Weekend.

Suppose I ought to get the starting problem on the BMW sorted, it's likely to be the injector control unit. If I do that then I'll probably go on the bike, and stop off at Alt Berg in Richmond on the way to sort out a new pair of bike boots. It'll also give me the option of being able to go for a pootle around the moors.