Yeah, there's plenty of other joyful weird little words to deploy. Focusing on one is just going to become stressful :)
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I'm not trans or an immigrant - so please feel free to ignore my thoughts on the matter.
Anyway, regardless, it's a good question, but probably not one with an easy answer - I think in this case, the best option might be to ask the people who make some of those decisions - in theory, if you look at the webpage gov.uk Apply for a Gender Recognition Certificate, there's a few email addresses and phone numbers that may be able to answer half of the question - though separately you may need to speak to the immigration/visa people gov.uk partner/spouse visa for the other half of the question. All in all, you've got a few layers of complexity here.
My own experience with contacting other government departments on different things is "very slow to respond, but then surprisingly helpful in the end".
There may be some useful advice on websites such as transactual.org.uk or transinformed.co.uk - your specific situation isn't likely to crop up in a FAQ, but you may be able to pick up half an answer to start with - then there are contact details on there which would hopefully lead to some useful information.
Sorry there's no clear and immediate answer I can find.
I wish you the best of luck!
Oh, those are just to stop the kids escaping from the paedodungeon.
Was it a one off, or do you get to use it quite frequently? I see from your description that it was due to a surprise hospital machinery incident.
When do you expect to next be able to say it?
I used it most recently in the phrase "like some kind of improvised security aglet" (we were discussing wrapping tape or crimping a metal ferrule round the end of some metal wire to stop the frayed end from unravelling). That's probably the last time I'll get to use it this year.
I'm not seeing a lot of evidence to prove she wasn't a vampire.
Controversial to some, but you can put the tomato mixture, melted cheese and pepperoni on pretty much any other unsweetened carbohydrate base, and it's nice, and should give you most of that "pepperoni pizza" feeling.
For example, bread, toast, pitta bread, potato cake, potato waffle, pancake, Yorkshire Pudding, pasta, roast potato, baked potato, chips (fries), crisps (chips), noodles, rice etc
"Dammit, Floodedwomb! I'm a Doctor, not a Husband!"
Regarding your Robert Engel from previously, there's a whole load of artists historically, who have virtually no information about them. If they weren't famous whilst alive, who would bother to write down a biography at the time? Afterwards, you're left with researching records from census, school, sales, newspapers, possible living relatives etc.
A lot of museums and galleries with permanent collections have 3 to 50 times as much stuff in stores as is on display. You're not allowed to get rid of anything, but any year, you might receive another truck-load of badly labelled and badly maintained artworks from some rich bloke's private collection, or someone's tax write-off. You'd have to choose which ones get processed or researched first (after the existing backlog). Sometimes the information just isn't there though - that's why you get all those works that just get labelled "Unknown Man with a blue hat, likely Dutch School, circa 1650s".
I think the information and documentation of such things is actually getting better, compared to pre-internet, certainly - but yeah, some people will have no information, and some will have information, but it's still in a paper folder, waiting for someone to type it up :)
"Hi, you left this open, so me and the kids moved in"
Back in my day, we had to hand-draw our memes in the back of school textbooks, then wait until next time we had a lesson in there to see if anyone had seen it.
Not common, but also not unexpected. It definitely used to be an occasional thing when I was younger (80s - 90s, Yorkshire). If you passed it back, you got a "wahey!" or a "yeah!" "And he's in on goal!" or something suchlike. If you ignored it, you got a "boo!" or a "referee!" or a "he's missed it" in a sort of commentators voice.
It's quite rare to see kids playing with a football at all where I live now - though it's probably just happening a few streets away where there's less car traffic.