Bewildered by the grudging, grumble-laden 3 and 4 star reviews of The Beatles Anthology. It’s…The Beatles? Talking about The Beatles? With music by THE BEATLES? Absurd!

For viewers in Scotland, Your Party will of course be known by its full title: “Oor Party, Your Party, A’body’s Party!”

Oh, that's where I know him from

I’ve reviewed the lovely new Sandi Toksvig series, which is lovely.

Autocorrect has just changed Muppet Christmas Carol to “Multiple Christ Car Hire”.

I’ve reviewed the lovely new Sandi Toksvig series, which is lovely.

"Dickensian"

The power of Crufts compels you

Noel Edmonds: a thread of horror. Carrie (Dir: Brian De Palma, 1976)

The latest episode of One Person Found This Helpful is available now on @bbcsounds.bsky.social! Don't miss Bella Hull, Marcus Brigstocke, Dee Allum and Hasan Al-Habib on everything from Shrek to showgirls, helmed as ever by the mighty #FrankSkinner www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/...

I spent lots of time chatting with the Nazi bot on Nazi dot com and giving ad revenue to the world’s richest Nazi in order to create these screenshots that you’ll hate. Enjoy

A "red beret in Waterford" moment.

Stop putting Christmas decorations up before December you maniacs

Jesus Christ.

Pope Leo absolutely cooking

He stees you when you're stleeping.

EDMONDS #totp

Just awful to read of the death of Rachel Cooke. A brilliant, brilliant writer. So sharp, so warm and insightful. I adored her TV reviews.

Goodness me, I stayed up late reading and it’s already Partially Muscled Skeleton Screaming by the Perimeter Fence Day. Hope you’ve all been good this year!

was tim davie wearing a poppy when he resigned

“WE REMEM WILL BEP THEM”

a touching tribute to our saviour, the lord jesus crust

I lived in Norfolk for a number of years and still like to tap into its madness from time to time.

One of the things I appreciate most about living in Norfolk is the fact that it induces a near-constant state of bewilderment. 1/3

Ludwig van Beakhoven

It’s 6 November, and you know what that means, don’t you? YES, THAT’S RIGHT. It’s the 156th anniversary of the death of Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s pet wombat

I’ve written about Game of Wool.

Craig Revel Horwood’s transformation into an occult bookshop owner in an Amicus portmanteau appears to be entering its imperial phase.

I’ve written about the return of The Witcher.

I’ve written about the return of The Witcher.

I’ve written about wonderful new comedy Leonard and Hungry Paul

The People’s Nonce, here, dressed as the Woking branch of Hobbycraft

I’ve written about wonderful new comedy Leonard and Hungry Paul

Curry & Chips (LWT, 1969)

7 reasons why The Thing (1982) is a Christmas film: 1) snow 2) bearded men concealing surprises 3) compulsory party games 4) introverts shunning group activities 5) digestive issues 6) revellers bursting open to reveal partially assimilated canine lifeforms 7) knitwear

If eating scotch eggs in an Austin Allegro had a face.

A dating app for cockneys in trilbies called Mindr

Another outing for Dirty Harry. The sickest of 70s masterpieces.

Starmer captured here seconds before conducting a colonoscopy

This is not just about me or my book. This is about respecting and valuing actual journalism. Our ideas, our contacts, our ethics, our reputations, our hard work – that’s how stories like those in my book first come to light. If you don’t respect or value any of that, what do you respect and value?

I’ve written about Waldemar Januszczak’s new documentary, “Art’s Most Erotic”

It's International Coffee Day. A moment to put our caffeine-based differences aside and unite against our common enemy: soup.

I’ve written about Waldemar Januszczak’s new documentary, “Art’s Most Erotic”

tempt them back to room with banana

tempt them back to room with banana

As I enter my late middle years I find myself thinking more about the nature of forgiveness, and how much more positive it would be if, rather than endlessly and desperately parroting the far-right, Starmer were simply to be trampled by geese while rollerblading in the Dordogne.

[Withnail, close to tears] “I have become vulnerable in the night-time economy”.