Ahhhh, found a map there. Not stocked by a pub in Clacton

A particular vice of mine is The Kitchen Cabinet, a wonderful show hosted by Mr Jay Rayner. The episode from Dundee ended with the question "What can you not make as well as your Mother?" Well, obviously the answer is "EVERYTHING" But most of all, it's her red cabbage with apple.

As someone who grew up in the countryside the Countryside Alliance has never represented me and my family and honestly fuck them

I'm sure Harvey's Beer are super happy for this product approval.

To The Devil, A Daughter.

Number 6: Oliver's Army, The Blue Lion (And a dear, dear friend) This was the works boozer when I was at ITV. My then boss, and now one of my closest friends, invoked a thing called 'Thirsty Thursday', when at 5.30 - on the dot - he and I would literally rip the power cables from the computers

*evil chuckles* Bring. It. On. www.theguardian.com/technology/2...

Bertrand Russell Teaches Us How To Communicate With Fascists While Maintaining Our Dignity dorseteye.com/bertrand-rus...

To “Inform, Educate and Entertain” @robinince.bsky.social You did (and will continue to do) just that.

Well, I can say with one hundred percent certainty, that the lead singer of The Redskins is sitting down to dinner at my Brother's house right now. ❤️

Have we reached the point when Pluribus isn't a thing anymore? It's been added to the list of "I'm never watching this show because everyone is banging on about it, and frankly I don't care"

You know that thing when you are 100% certain someone is posting stuff on Social Media absolutely tripping their nuts off on cocaine? That'd be this: (I'm not disagreeing with the points - I think - he's making, just that he needs to seriously calm the fuck down, and maybe use punctuation)

Now Playing: #WhatAChoon open.spotify.com/track/0pPf7G...

"Come, friendly bombs..."

This is how you do it. What a legend.

Been listening to a lot of 60's power pop, and The Waterboys of late. When it comes to the 'Wall Of Sound', there's not a lot to beat this fucking belter: open.spotify.com/track/5UfWia...

@kittykelliher.bsky.social Some Seasonal Spuds x (Garlic & Thyme from the garden, Rock Salt from Portugal)

The UK will experience similar if Farage were ever to see power. youtu.be/dergOG7vpJg

Aaaaaaand, it’s over for another year. Thank fuck.

I'm busy celebrating Whitsun, because I bought a very cheap calendar.

"The Hunt For Huge Burnt Ochre"

Number 5. George George was our cat. Strictly speaking he was George 2, as George 1 got wasted by our neighbour's crappy driving (and never apologised for it). He was incredibly friendly, and loved occupying laps, purring so loud the windows would rattle. He adored my brother, although

*standing ovation* 👏

I'm debating downgrading the in house network cabling to 10 Base 2, just for the fun of resoldering loads of co-ax. /Love the smell of solder.

Well, that's uplifting. 😳

Goodnight, you lovely people x

Two Measures Stoly, One measure Hidalgo Manzanilla, top up with Clamato, few drops of Firella hot sauce, few drops of Hendo’s, celery stick, and a bit of Celery Salt. Lemon slice and a chili pepper to garnish. That is your Bloody Mary.

Number 4. Barneville-Carteret When I was wee, my stupid bloody Father would drive us all the way from Yorkshire to Northern France - one particular visit included the family having dinner in the nuclear power plant down the road from Cherbourg (story for another day) - However...

I, for one, welcome les flocons.

"Hannah Hauxwell Waving Goodbye" Painting by Peter Brook (RBA)

Hands Up all who shout along 'Leonard Bernstein' at that point in REM's It’s the End of the World as We Know It. (Because you know you do)

Ok, as one who loves the medium of radio (The pictures are better, after all) the timing on the leadout of #r4today this morning was *immaculate* 👏

Fry some sourdough in rock salt and olive oil, add a thin layer of fermented sweet peppers, (a little black pepper), a light coat of grated hard cheese (Gran Padamo works well), and then top with a slice of Serrano ham. That’s the business.

Number 3. Ely Cathedral Listening to a sublime performance of the St. Matthew Passion in the freezing cold with my Mother. I'm kind of bollocksing this up, because it's such a precious memory, I'd rather not share any more. It was FUCKING COLD, though

What with Tate and Paul getting knocked on their arse, and Williams finally outed a few days ago, this further news makes me think we're living through a Karma Advent Calendar, and boy could we be in for a treat on Christmas Eve tomorrow. Fuck the lot of these people.

So, how hot would you like the curry?

Please feel free to cut & paste "And what the fuck are *you* doing about it?" to every U.S. post complaining about Trump.

And a huge thank you to @nibus.bsky.social also, for putting me in touch *hand to heart*

She's not on here, as far as I know, but a huge Thank You to Mel at www.alchemytiles.com for absolutely knocking it out of the park. ❤️

"from Hedge End" /Explains everything. www.dailyecho.co.uk/news/2571495...

The full spiked 60 Minutes CECOT package, clean & subtitled. 1/5

“This is the key to Farage. He is Enoch Powell, with a cannier grasp of how to stay just within the bounds of acceptable opinion.” liveapp.inews.co.uk/category/407...

Not a hope in hell, if this dead-eyed Murder Puppet seizes the leadership.

Well, The Daily Record is a little sparkling beacon of joy, isn't it? Fuxxake 🙄

So, here's a question. • Jaco Pastorious • Mick Karn • Pino Palladino Fave fretless bass?

It's a struggle getting my brother into TV progs he's not seen before, with him often wandering off halfway through. Christmas 2020, Covid sick, I stuck on the first two episodes of Quatermass and the Pit, and as I was putting the disc away heard a sheepish, "Tell me when you watch more of that."

You know when you either consciously (or unconsciously) swerve to avoid a drunk collapsed in the street, in a puddle of their own excretion. Now read on: www.independent.co.uk/travel/news-...

The inherent problem here is that assuming the ‘Centre Left’ are doing anything apart from wringing their moisturised hands and being cowed by the Mail, Express, Telegraph et cetera is, frankly, for the birds.