Ooh, it's all kicking off on #TheNightManager this week. (Tonight's episode is already available on iPlayer, innit.) Extra kudos to the wardrobe department for letting Hiddleston wear the world's flimsiest white shirt in a very sweaty part of the world. It's basically become a self-Darcying shirt.

#72: Shag a massive apple

Watch us wreck the mic, or watch Mike wreck himself. It's up to you.

st george and the dragon (2019)

breaking news

working on some new ideas for moon phases

Good luck to anyone starting the year with a new health regime. Here’s how mine always goes.

As a timeline cleanse please join me in wishing Mochi a happy birthday. Five years old today!

The biggest January mood

If your Sunday Scaries feel just a little stronger than usual, fear not. Scientists have proven there's no way around it... from PHYSICS FOR CATS by Tom Gauld

Another apposite Jill McDonald Puffin Post illustration

"this is fine" British Library Manuscript - royal ms 20 a ii f3r

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Goblin mode

Most wholesome warmup sketch today ... #blessed

Snow bra Snow bra Amber snow bra Freezing British cities like the titties on yer ma

Once again taking great pleasure in imagining Werner Herzog intoning the words “I am a mole & I live in a hole”

That back-to-work feeling in full:

Big gap in the market for renewable energy technology that stores excess underboob heat from the summer months for use in the winter. Get on it, science.

…look! An Arctic fox!

I saw Marty Supreme yesterday (medium good but overpraised) and have just realized that his ladyfriend/babymama is played by Stephanie the 80s ghost from the attic in Ghosts USA!

I'm an editor in a film. I only exist as a notional figure who will be annoyed if an author fails to deliver a manuscript to me because they're too busy falling in love or solving a mystery or something. I may be glimpsed at a book signing, but only if the filmmakers mistake me for a publicist.

You don’t have to ask me twice

Am extremely relatable, fretful frazzled panic puffin by Jill McDonald from a 1970s Puffin Post magazine

A suavely sweaty welcome back to #TheNightManager. I for one support the plan to smuggle a boatload of homoeroticism into Colombia and await further developments with interest.

In Agadoo did Kubla Khan Push pineapples, shake the tree

Big mood

happy birthday to horses

What was your biggest impact on the internet? Pretty sure it's this. 2012 was five lifetimes ago.

Total Eclipse of the Heart, predictably but wholeheartedly. I'm pretty sure that Western culture peaked with this bit.

Japan House in Kensington is currently home to an exhibition called Hyakko: 100+ Makers from Japan. It's on until 10 May, free to visit, and highly recommended if you enjoy coveting beautiful objects. It's REALLY hard to resist the temptation to pick things up, they look so tactile and pleasing!

When people say NYE is always an anti-climax, they are clearly not referring to having dinner inside the Crystal Palace iguanodon, which is obvs the best thing ever

Went to Holland Park with @bright0nkath.bsky.social and was delighted to discover that the lone remaining peacock has acquired some new peacock friends since we were last there. We even saw one of the males putting his tail up, but he seems to be in moult so it was a bit of a scrawny display.

The Bond Street (post) Xmas lights, rated: 1. Chanel: who knew tweed lights could be a thing? 2. Cartier: points for the panthers, although the mismatched scale of them is weird. 3. Tiffany: you tried, but not very hard. Still, nicer than… 4. Dior: Looks like festive broccoli. Fail. 🥦

I’m on the train and so is this lad

Bubo the owl is my favourite festive flappy boy🦉 #AccidentallyWatchingABitOfClashOfTheTitans

Boxing Day walk in Durham accomplished. Saw loads of bejumpered dogs (not pictured).

PARSON BROWN WAS A SHAM. YOU WERE MARRIED BY A SNOWMAN. YOUR MARRIAGE ISN'T LEGAL. YOUR CHILDREN ARE BASTARDS.

i had to drop what i was doing to make this

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GEEEEEEEEETTTTTTT DRESSED, you merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay! For it is Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Day! IIIITTTTT’S Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Day! It is Chriiii-i-i-i-i-istmas Day Christmas Day! It is Chri-HI-HI-HI-HI-HI-HISTMAS DAY!

I’d like to take this opportunity to wish all of you a very Murray Christmas

Festive update: in the ancestral homelands of the northeast, peeling vegetables and singing along loudly to Calamity Jane on BBC2🎄

It’s come to my attention that this Christmas Eve marks a whole 13 years since the final episode of #Merlin. Ah, those long Saturday nights I spent hammering out daft recaps! I shall forget its disappointing series finale, and remember only its charm and commitment to primetime shirtlessness. 🗡️ 🐉

Me: So how’s your new job in burger bar advertising going? Count Dracula: Vonderfully vell, actually

I spent the weekend at The Standard hotel in King's Cross for my mum's birthday. It's a very lovely hotel but these are their less-than-lovely Christmas decorations. (In fact, it's because they've donated the money they would have spent on Christmas decs to the Trussell Trust, so fair enough.)

Rare footage of St Paul’s Cathedral testing its giant flamethrower

And speaking of Finns, a Finnish equivalent to “a few sandwiches short of a picnic” is hänellä ei ole kaikki muumit laaksossa. It means “they don’t have all the Moomins in the valley.”