Yes, midnight is the perfect time to strip apart your music setup and start faffing around reinstating the surround stuff, and removing the class D Monoblocks that you convinced yourself were good but weren’t. The 60lb Class A monster power amp is back in. And sounds great. Excuse the mess.

Christ. The amount of AI slop on Facebook. All pretending to be real stories. I have an expert eye for spotting it though. Pay attention: people and objects generally don’t start moonwalking sideways for no reason while looking waxier than an unopened Babybel.

Trailer for The Golden Bachelor. Some guy with a face like a bag of smashed crabs and the velvety voice of a Neanderthal pointing at the sky. “And what first attracted you to millionaire Brock Winchester?”

Play along with the US government by opening your bathroom cabinet, popping on a blindfold, and having someone spin you around. Your job is to then grab something while someone else randomly stabs their finger into the pages of a 1830s medical dictionary. Teeth whitening strips? They cure: dropsy.

Reputation? Walt was a raging anti-Semite, treated his workforce like utter shit, and sold out everyone he could to McCarthy…

Seeing as I’m self employed I’m going to have to send dick pics to myself in the hopes of eventually reaching a £52m severance package…

When you need a posh handjob…

Friends fear he is considering buying a sewing machine and spending the long long winter trying to become semi-proficient at reupholstery. Or at the very least, not ‘fucking horrendous’.

What I’m wearing to the Rapture

Yummm. Vintage 70s piss with the toilet surround, too.

Quite like this rug on EBay. Really like the chonky judgmental cat.

Went to a deserted car show today. Apparently all the regular Canadian participants gave it (and crossing a border into a shithole country) a wide berth. I could have stayed at home and seen more classic cars on my drive. Also saw another fucking Cybertruck. Booooo! And an Ineos Grenadier. Yummmm!

American tailoring though. For when you need to look like a potato wrapped in your nan’s curtains.

I’ve had two whole glasses of Diet Coke today. I’m going to be off my tits. Naked in the street, whirling a golf club around my head and shouting about gremlins living in the garage…

That’s far too much information…

Been faffing with the table today to take listing pics with my big boy camera (which annoyingly seems to be considering packing up). Popped the extension leaves in, and then decided I might as well refinish the uber-fucked third leaf. Wasn’t intending on it, but…y’know…saleability…

Commence Operation: Massive Walk

Just filing my match report…

*stares at television* A goal from nothing. Against the run of play. Two defenders going for the same ball. *heads back to garage for more sanding*

Mrs Current David Sullivan Wife always looks bored to tears at the games, and to be honest, who can blame her? But, what she has to bear in mind is that it’s 90 minutes where she doesn’t have to talk or engage with David. Count your blessings, Mrs Current Wife.

Not really paying attention to the game. All I know is that when I do look up, we’ve just done something shit. After 44 years of doing this to myself, perhaps I should just…y’know….stop?

Tonty Gale’s phrase for today is “that was too easy”.

Ordered work stuff, and stupidly planned my weekend around it and set up a schedule. Then remembered it was being delivered USPS. Estimated delivery: yesterday. Did it arrive? No. Will it arrive today? No. Tomorrow? No. Monday? No. Does the tracking still say ‘arriving on time’? Yes.

Tonty Gale. *grits teeth*

Oh god. The NBC football fan fest. Paying money to go and listen to Robbie Mustoe.

Steal My Sunshine came on the radio while I was driving, and it took all my powers of self control not to just drive off the road to put an end to it all…

Thanks eBay saved searches. As efficient and helpful as usual.

J.K. Rowling naming a Scottish-Indian character:

@alisonro.bsky.social I’m currently addicted to finding homes that are becoming increasingly out of budget as the dollar becomes weaker by the day. Thanks Muster Presidunt. www.onthemarket.com/details/1731...

What I wouldn’t give for one British TV ad to not feature wacky dancing, or a family with a regional accent who look like they’d put the front garden down to tarmac and have noisy parties every night and say “we’re not racist, but…”

Only men with square heads and tiny faces can marry women who look and talk like Eva Braun?

In its most baffling pivot yet, Facebook has started promoting canal boat content into my feed, and it’s all AI generated and with the distinct flavour of Boomer Anti-Woke Crusader Cosplay behind it. It’s the oddest fucking waste of everyone’s time.

Non-stop calls from the CDC today to participate in an immunization survey. I'm fucked if I'm going anywhere near that. No doubt some trap by Chemtrails F Dalek Jr to get people sent to work camps based on their answers.

The worst thing about this fucking administration is that there's never an hour free from whining yapping cunts. Day 2 of the Kimmel thing, and that slapheaded manchild Brendan Carr is still pissing his short trousers to anyone who will listen. Bleating away like the rest of the Trump Felation Crew.

Extended family weirdo on Facebook trying some big pharma chemtrails steel beams bollocks about vaccines and suggesting that immune systems are better and to just look at the Amish. I’m no Doctor, but don’t the Amish spend their time raising barns and dying of easily preventable illnesses?

I checked. Yes, that’s the front door upstairs. 2025 build.

*kicks open door, breathless* Lads, I have a new hated ‘social media words combo’. It’s fast outpacing ‘collaborative spirit’. Say a big hello to ‘original spin’.

Get the look of the rich and famous. Plastic upper shoes with rubber soles: $15 at Discount Footwear Barn

Lads, window tax is back.

Spartacus is cleaning out his closet…

ABC does WHAT to Jimmy Kimmel?

Clock cum.

Like he's won a competition to be a big boy for the day...

When ‘Harry Potter star’ isn’t available as an option…

Set up the recently refinished table and refinished / reupholstered chairs in the breakfast room. Will take proper photos without tonnes of glare, or the bin in shot later. You can see why I won’t be getting top dollar for the table. Those damned, utterly baffling ripples.

“Everybody stay right where you are. No sudden movements. Stay in your seats. We’re members of the Brown Leather Stool Liberation Army, and we’re taking this plane to Cuba. As you can see, we’re all armed…”

'I've made the difficult decision to stop being an entirely fictional business owner with an AI generated face and body, and a dog that shrank in the wash that looks like it was drawn by a 12th century monk...'

Working on my Morris of Glasgow table this afternoon while other things glue. Before and after. Left is the yellowed, gloss polyurethaned finish, with a bonus layer of Restor-a-finish on top, while right is the stripped, sanded and wetted veneer. A lovely sheet of Afrormosia.

Christ. Just saw an autoplaying dreck ad featuring a celebrity who forgot to wear a shirt, and who I’ve never heard of, telling me a fragrance was all about the pursuit of excellence at work AND at home. “I’m sitting on this sofa in the most excellent way possible. Peak performance! Giving it 110%”