Saw a kinky take on Bronte and broke my gig fast in spectular fashion with Avatar. Also made banana pancakes and had many glasses of Riesling. Best. Valentines Day weekend. Ever.

Thinking about this wisdom and taking it to heart on this particular day. (via Manigarm on The Other Place)

Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels

Anyone who uses "woke" as a pejorative is unworthy of consideration in both thought and action.

Really quite enjoying the last few long weekends of London cultural junkets. Feel like I've had some proper adventures and experiences. Been rather wonderful, really.

> puts Agatha Christie's Poirot on Netflix > yes, all thirteen seasons of David Suchet godliness sans ad bullshit, I am happy Andy > SUPERLATIVE intro plays > Skip Intro buttons DARES to show its damned and godless presence > out, damned spot > out, I say

STOP MURDERING YOUR OWN CITIZENS IN BROAD FUCKING DAYLIGHT, AMERICA.

TIL The Muppets are canon to Meet the Feebles. I... need to unpack the full implications of this.

TikTok is now under US ownership and their new ToS reads like a guide to giving fascists everything they need to put you on a list. They’re collecting information about immigration status, citizenship, sexual orientation, whether you’re trans or non binary and physical or mental disabilities.

Holy Freakin Hungus, I never expected The Dark Eye to get a commercial re-release in my lifetime. I am WELL down for this.

Just had an old friend from my college and uni days touch base after years of following me on the socials with a view on instructing me in the matter of LPAs. Being the one-stop law shop for my friendship group past and present is a great feeling, one I will never tire of.

Lovely day of celebrating my Mum's 75th via a surprise appearence. Was lots of fun in particular to catch up with my cousins after many years, especially when we get to swap tales from our respective eras of Internet brainrot.

Found me a new Friday after-work pinball lair filled with vintage classics, one in particular that rewards persistance and punishes the insolent.

Where are these organised gangs of wine moms They seem rad as fuck and I wanna hang out and seditiously romp with them

Proper lovely weekend of high culture and happytimes. I may be giving Big Projects a rest for the first half of the year, but I think I'm going to have a lot going on in the meantime.

Make this go viral. Labour MP Louise Haigh.

Literally the only non-satirical use of phrenology I will countenance is the use of the Story Select function in The Dark Eye, the mid-90s Myst-like based on the works of Edgar Allen Poe

I've had Tom Cardy on repeat in my head all day and GYYYYAAAAGH

You will not regret watching all of this. Not for one second.

Yeah, this is the year I'm removing myself from Twitter for good - not just locking my accounts and ceasing posting, but scrubbing my presence and deleting my accounts entirely. Musk can have his AI nude-deepfakes playground, I want nothing more to do with it.

Heading back to Salisbury after day of post-party chill. Appreciate not having to be back in the office on the 2nd for a change, actually gives me time for a bit more of an administrative reassembly.

Rung in the New Year in dancy trancy fashion. Feeling nice and reset.

This is literally shit Douglas Adams and Red Dwarf both predicted and mocked without mercy.

Restive Christmas break on the IoW accomplished, as was a jaunt up to London to poke around some lovely old ruins and share an excellent meal on the banks of the Thames. Time for a day of gentle domestic accomplishment whilst remaining nicely ensconced in the Cheese Void.

Today I learned that Timmy Mallett has gotten involved in my Dad's Men's Sheds charity. Good on him, and good on my Dad. www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without me reciting the Captain Samuel Vimes "Boots" Theory of Socio-Economic Unfairness to my attentive Dad.

Sailor Jerrys and the Magnificent Seven. Its beginning to look a lot like the festive season.

Ditch the Birdsite.

Klaus is a genderswapped Hallmark movie, in this essay I will

Right, work is DONE baby. Off to the IoW to spend xmas with the parents, something that has proved an exceptional restorative in recent years. And boy howdy after everything I crammed into this year do I need some proper downtime.

So in the UK, they'll arrest you for supporting Palestine, and now we find they'll also arrest you for supporting those who support Palestine. If you hold a Free Greta sign, will they arrest you for supporting someone who supports those who support Palestine? British Matryoshka doll-ass fascism.

I have a list of xmas celebratory endeavours. #1 is rock out to the spirit of 80s rock and pop punk in the manner of a dirty rampant stopout. That has been crossed off with gusto and style.

At a mate's gig, casually participating in lewd urinal banter with total strangers in the gents like it was the most natural thing I've been chasing this level of easy social banter for the best part of thirty-eight years. Totally worth it.

If you're not trans, I don't think I can fully explain how important this is. It's so powerful that one of the most circulated science media publications in the world has come out and said "trans children are real and providing transition care improves their lives." That's groundbreaking.

Keep having intrusive thoughts about being involved in my musical theatre company's next production. No, damnit, I've done four on the trot now, I'll come back to it, but I just need a *break*

I love how the Internet has collectively decided that one Aphex Twin song has now become the theme music for All Owls Everywhere.

Feelin' festive

FISHY DIPLOMACY AW YISS #TheWarBetween

Gyaaaagh, post-show drop is very real. I'm already missing being on stage and being creatively ridiculous with my musical theatre family.

Last performance done. STANDING. FUCKING. OVATION. #ScrewTheJazzHands

Aight, last two shows today. Gonna fuckin SMAAAAAASH 🤟

Opening night SMASHED, BAYBEEEE Could have done without the headcold and fever underpinning it, was half expecting to blow my voice out entirely for Sugar. Made it through, although I was a proper corpse by the time I took my bows.

I am resigned to the fact I am not going to have a functioning voice by the end of this week. And I am ok with this.

"If your husband buys you geese he hates you." I love how this is indicative of the conversations I have in my circle. I am truly blessed by the people who are a part of my life.

Get-in is underway. So much lifting and carrying done. My most of me is already registering a formal grievance.

Wasnt expecting to sprint down the street after my colleague's runaway dog so immediately after lunch. Ooooooft, my most of me

Just over a week away before curtain up. Ack, nerves are starting to kick in. Need to stay the course.

Alright. Free weekend, last chance to hit my notes and nail my moves before the craziness kicks in with get-in and full run-throughs. Let's do this thing and doing it *right*.

Man's saying the right things, and he's doing it with *swag. This is politics for people with blood still flowing through their veins, young and old.