We went to the coldest place on earth to see the giant Bobbins of Hope (includes some #GlassBricks for @loudbasket.bsky.social.)

We’re on the train and Farrers is sat beside a man who won’t stop talking. 😭

They’ve removed John Shuttleworth’s The Pumice Stone & Other Rock Songs from Apple Music and I’m quite riled.

The G in LGBTQI+ stands for goose.

Good morning. Heading home today for a two day work week before Mew in London on Thursday. Must make the most of this before we’re back to utter drudgery next week.

Having a decaf back at the hotel, like that’s gonna help. 🫠

I’ve been poomed by an olive.

A group has arrived at the table beside us. I had to get Farrers to fill in the gaps because deaf but: “The whole idea of fine dining… You get fuck all on your plate. It’s not for me.” I’ve adjusted my hearing aid to try to tune in.

This is better. Cafe con Hazel. #FancyDrinks

We have decamped to a proper cocktail bar.

Free from the restraints of having the correct ingredients.

Had a lovely dinner in Chinatown and we’re now in a comically hapless cocktail bar where they’ve ‘run out of some of the ingredients’ for a Boulevardier. A Boulevardier has three (3) ingredients.

There should be an independent adjudicator of roast potato crispiness in restaurants because I have literally never had a crispy roast potato in a restaurant despite every establishment claiming crispiness.

Trying to summon up the courage to go down to the exercise room after I got side eye from a gym bro last time.

It turns out #FancyDrinks and fried chicken are the key to a perfect sleep score. BRB I’m just going to tell Bryan Johnson.

We’re in a Korean chicken shop and feeling nostalgic for the London tweetups of old where we’d get completely stotious, often at the expense of Simon Bishop (RIP, Angel), and then stumble to Chicken Cottage before getting the night bus home. I miss those days, when everyone was alive.

We’ve left SiC now but before we left The Meece came out to see what all the fuss is about. Marjorie was impressed with the knowledgable staff and has proclaimed it Not Frivolous. Check the sky for two moons &c. #FancyDrinks

We made it to Speak in Code! Dinner is olives, nuts and Demo 2. #FancyDrinks

Poor Farrers had a cold. He realised at lunch that he’d forgotten to bring his meds with him and there are literally no pharmacies around Salford Quays so we came back to the hotel. He’s dosed up on the good stuff and having a nap while I fart about being a twat on Instagram.

Moseyed around Media City and Salford keys today. The highlight was this Ethiopian platter. Everything on that plate was amazing. (Except the salad. Undressed salad is never amazing.)

The shower in the hotel is so powerful it strips the flesh from your bones. Marvellous.

Good morning from Manchester. We’re treating ourselves to breakfast.

I have a gin and tonic, which does not count as a #FancyDrink

Reckon this guy could rock a leather trouser, should he feel so inclined.

I have to admire the bladder control of the blokes who’d obviously been drinking all afternoon and proceeded to get a two pint beer and then pogo for 3 hours.

Looks like we’re getting Programmes for Schools and Colleges.

I feel like they could’ve wheeled in The Big Telly for #totp while we’re waiting for Half Man Half Biscuit.

You could spend ages thinking up a name that suggests your bistro is fancy or you could just whack it on the sign.

The irritating Virgin train announcement lady is really hampering my eavesdropping on some guy complaining about his disrespectful flatmate.

Off for a long weekend in Manchester tomorrow. Packing is so stressful. My nerves are bad.

We shouldn’t have to work *and* do chores. It should be one or the other. Ideally neither.

Ran out of time to tidy my room because I spent so long on my Italian homework. Apparently I’m still 14.

Current earworm is Enough by PVA with Gwen Stefani’s Hollaback banana rap over the top.

Finally got around to making my jewelled fairy lights. I think the tree needs a second set.

It’s taken weeks but I have finally got my Gmail down from 93% full to 74 emails. Never subscribing to anything again.

Speaking of sneaking The Meece into places, they got away with conducting a survey on a health and safety issue in work.

Last time we were in Manchester we spent literally two hours looking for a particular fancy cocktail bar and when we found it we couldn’t get in because they only take bookings. We’ve managed to book it for next weekend and I am super excited. 🍸

The train station smelled of menthol this morning and I thought I was in a Tunes advert until I realised I wasn’t going to Dottigab. #totp

Same jokes again next week, yeah? #totp

That guy is every Norn Irish uncle. #totp

That hair belongs to someone called June who married the wrong man. #totp

That bloke looks like the local Brexit chip shop owner who slags off all his reviewers on Trip Advisor. #totp

If I sat like that in work I’d have the DSE ambassador giving me a lecture. #totp

Getting their money’s worth out of those outfits. #totp

Is there a name for that look? #totp

#ExcellentThighs #ExcellentMidriffs #totp

Everything about this is fucking awful. #totp

I got a bunch of hand-me-down toys and that from older cousins and there was a Bay City Rollers annual that I must have read 15 times despite not knowing who they were because the 80s were so fucking boring that there was literally nothing else to do. #totp

Sudden urge to drive a Renault 5. #totp