I need to bin an LED light bulb. I Googled how. The AI summary popped up and told me where I could take the bulb for recycling instead of putting it in my black bin. I happily accepted everything it said until I realised the "recycling centre" it was recommending on Mersey St doesn't exist.

I've had worse Tuesdays

Well, not 'tangentially involved': he has edited several episodes. And without editors it would be shit. And that goes for almost all podcasts, by the way. Anyway, I do agree you should look mine up. There aren't loads of long form crime drama podcasts.

Note to the people in that house round the corner from mine: Just because your car is an EV, with no tailpipe emissions, doesn't mean you get to burn smokey coal in a clean air zone. I hope that helps. (BTW, I also drive an EV)

I have a little bit of a take on the weekend's discourse and it is that I think we should be better at differentiating between "people who want to have kids are either not having them or having fewer than they'd like" (bad! must fix!) and "the overall fertility rate is going down" (eh, ah well)

With all due respect to Josh Simons, he doesn't get to pick the next MP for Makerfield. A by-election isn't just a formality.

give a man a waffle he eats for a day teach a man to waffle he’s indecisive for a lifetime

Listening to the World at One, it sounded like silly games instead of frankness and honesty. I'm sure it was ever thus, but it feels like a deeply unserious way to make serious decisions.

Just used the last of the antiperspirant spray. Roll on tomorrow.

Accidentally just knocked a lady over in Dominos Pizza. Well, I say one...

Brought leftover tuna bake into work today. I've just realised I'm the archetypal terrible colleague microwaving fish in the office.

Thanks to David Banks at the other place, who first alerted me to Ian Banks' reference to this face in his novel Transition, in which a character posits that if aliens exist on Earth, we'd find them watching an eclipse.

The seagulls have started to congregate on that street near me where, in early summer, one of them turns aggressive. I know it's only April, but I can't remember when it starts. I know it's only one of those seagulls which attacks, but I can't tell them apart. So I'm avoiding the whole area.

Regret to report that people are replying not only with their nan’s maiden name, but also with their mum’s and a full family history. I despair. #CyberSecurity

Apparently, there's a book about Rory McIlroy called "Golf's Most Human Superstar." This makes me wonder if the author thinks other golf superstars aren't human. Does he think Bubba Watson is a fish? Does he think Nick Faldo is a robot? Does he realise that Tiger Woods is just a nickname?

🎶 Take me down to the Paradigm City Where the grass is generally green & the girls are typically regarded as pretty Oh won’t you please take me home Yeah yeah 🎶

Welcome to Easter 2026, where the Muslim mayor they claimed would institute sharia law just posted a very nice Easter message for his Christian constituents, while the Republican President they claimed was Christianity's only hope just posted "Praise be to Allah." ...Wait. *checks notes*

I didn’t think America could stoop any lower until that last message from Trump. If there’s any dignity left in that nation, that has to be the moment. Threatening war crimes in an expletive laden tweet? And he had the gall to mock Starmer not being like Churchill?

The NYT literally rewrote Trump saying “open the fuckin’ strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in hell” as: “Mr. Trump issued a new ultimatum to Iran to end its chokehold over the Strait of Hormuz”

I agree; on their salaries there’s no need for the police and politicians to be shoplifting. bsky.app/profile/thet...

The US president has long since been unfit for office and this latest set of shenanigans only proves it beyond any reasonable doubt. Sadly, it’s the people who have enabled this emperor’s new clothes for all this time that are responsible for bringing this to an end and so nothing will happen.

who could have guessed

No headphones, no audio is a rule we can all support youtu.be/WfAyJFAHpvI?...

Thinking about this today. Nothing and no one is too far gone. youtu.be/kgDwifWMC-g?...

I cannot understand the mentality of someone who revels in bombing somewhere "back to the stone age" with all of the human suffering that goes with that.

I don't know how I ended up looking at a list of typos which was published in 2013, but it's still worth sharing www.theguardian.com/books/galler...

A Brief History of People Have Lost Their Sense of Humour 🧵

Thank you for reading this thing wot I wrote. What I should point out is the fact that the ChatGPT speech featured is REAL. It’s not just a piss-take, I guess you could say it’s a scientific experiment. But mostly a piss-take. Enjoy and please share.

Leave the clocks alone youtube.com/shorts/Ob6Tq...

Oh my god guys check stuff is real before you repost it is it your first day on the Internet???

Meanwhile in Denmark, a mistake by those pencil-necked desk jockeys at the council in [checks notes] 1954 mean that these furious neighbours own each other’s houses.

The trouble I had driving 122 miles last night in an elderly EV had me questioning the wisdom of buying that car in the first place. If you do your homework, you should he fine. If you don't (like I didn't) it can get complicated.

Disgusting.

When I was a student, women's hour became essential listening for me. It helped me see how equality is good for all of us. Also, when she was fit enough, Jenni Murray was, secretly, my dream Taskmaster contestant.

The weird thing is that Mr Trump does, very, very occasionally, do something that hints that he has a sense of humour and can even laugh at himself. I can understand someone with a sense of humour. I can understand someone with no sense of humour. But I can't understand that.

Daily Mail headline: "Greens could remove Church of England as Britain's established church" Leaving aside the rights and wrongs of disestablishment (which I think, on balance, I favour) the Church of England is *England's* established church. The club's in the name.

Having cheered against Scotland, I'm now going to cheer for England. Birling day can be weird.

I had to leave my job in the laundry at the monastery. I was picking up too many filthy habits.

"Hope you're having a great time in Geneva" The second sentence was "I don't know how much of the stream you saw." The third sentence was "It was a love-filled, joy-filled celebration of a life lived well" which is a bit wordy, but has potential as a song title. Some great options there.

Someone on Newsnight has just referred to Ali Khamenei being "eliminated". For some reason, that euphemism has annoyed me. Khamenei was killed. This person seems to think that's a good thing. Why won't he say killed?

sorry i'm gonna be about 15 minutes late, i just need to really quickly look up the social media and wikipedia of every actor who was in eastenders in the early 2000s

Annual post for St David's day youtu.be/c0aBSlY8JBg?...

At the Oooh Betty Ford Clinic, they help you in moments of weakness by assigning you a frank sponsor.

This is worth reading because it shows how long we've known about Prince Andrew's dodgy friends, but also because it contains a line about diplomacy which made me laugh on a day when I thought nothing would. johnfinnemore.substack.com/p/what-i-sai...

I disagree. I can't help thinking that, having grown up with such massive privilege, and, to some extent, with the public expecting him to justify his existence, it was likely he would never be content to just be a retired navy pilot.

I'm not saying it's been a busy week, but I've just sent this message about a bit of kit I was supposed to collect for an event in Dublin this weekend.

Kate Williams going full Spartacus Mills here.

On days like today, I miss Nicholas Witchell going out of his mind with boredom, standing outside in the rain, freezing his gonads off.

Going to be late for work because the bus got caught in roadworks. But I'm still in a better position than the older gentleman who was waiting in the rain, with his rolator, at a stop which the bus couldn't access because of the roadworks.