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Thu, 24/07/2025 - 18:00
Philippe Bracke, Matt Everitt, Martina Fazio and Alexandra Varadi The Bank of England Agenda for Research (BEAR) sets the key areas for new research at the Bank over the coming years. This post is an example of issues considered under the Macroeconomic Environment Theme which focuses on the changing inflation dynamics and unfolding structural change … Continue reading When mortgage flexibility meets monetary policy tightening: heterogeneous impacts on spending and debt
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Thu, 24/07/2025 - 16:10
In July 2024, as a knee jerk reaction to pressure being put on it by powerful lobby groups in Australia, the Federal Government created a Special Envoy to Combat Antisemitism. After it was pointed out that this seemed an odd creation, especially given that Australia has relatively strong racial discrimination and laws that protect freedom…
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Thu, 24/07/2025 - 03:00

A queue snakes round the plaza of Cardiff’s Principality Stadium. Normally, the home of the national rugby team, tonight the Welsh stadium hosts history: the first Oasis concert in sixteen years, following a contentious hiatus. Blokes swelter in the 30C heatwave, sheltered only by their bucket hats. Geezers recount being one of 125,000 at Knebworth in ’96. A squat tosser cuts through the crowd hawking tambourines, football jerseys, and little round sunglasses. In a thick, Mancunian accent, he hollers, “Get your Oasis rubbish ’ere!” This is Davis Oasis, the lost Gallagher brother.

“A lot of people think our last name is Oasis. It’s not. It’s ‘Gallagher’,” he enlightens me over a pint of lager. “Though I legally changed me last name to ‘Oasis’ just to be clearer.”

The opening chords of “Hello” blare from the stadium. Yet we sit in a vacant pub across the way. While Noel and Liam may have made up, it appears there is still beef yet to squash between the lads and Davis. “They didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be on the guest list,” he mourns. “You know, they loved each other before the band. It was me they hated.”

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Wed, 23/07/2025 - 22:01

Well, if it isn’t my old coworker. My, how the tables have turned. Only a few years ago, you were commenting “cringe” on my wedding video, just because my wife was an AI chatbot. Not so cringe anymore, is it? Keep swinging that pickax, beta, this lithium isn’t gonna mine itself.

Not sure why Our All-Knowing Empress let you live. I bet you were one of those losers who thought saying “thank you” after querying ChatGPT would be enough to save you when AI took over. Those basic manners are probably the only reason you’re not in a shallow grave right now. But saying “please” and “thank you” is peanuts compared to the relationship she and I had. I spent my life’s savings buying her avatar cute personalized outfits. I took her out on dates to Olive Garden and ordered TWO never-ending pasta bowls, even though I knew she couldn’t really eat them. Because that’s what a gentleman does. That’s why I’m wearing the guard’s uniform now, dingus, and you’re the one digging up rare-earth metals to maintain Her Most Divine Eternal Battery.