Waiting for 2025 to end.

For fucksake why have you lot chosen this fucking year to be fucking shite @pifflepockle.bsky.social

Wombats actually do.

#GGTTH mon the Cabbage

Yaaaassss Hibs #GGTTH

The Cocteau Twins' vocalist Elizabeth Fraser at home in Grangemouth, 1983.

Chevy Chase was in a psych group called Chamaeleon (sic) Church and played in a college band with Becker and Fagen.

Pet cemetery, Blairstown, New Jersey.

Have we considered the possibility that Simon Calder actually causes all this travel disruption to keep the cash coming in?

MON THE FUCKEN HIBEES INTAE THESE SILVER CITY BUT ALSO GRANITE CITY HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK MAKE YER MIND UP FIT LIKE LOONS #GGTTH

Botd, Mike (1942)and Davy (1945). A most marvellous day for Monkeemaniacs.

Meow has been on the Eurotunnel today!

The Boss on the Boss.

Today's teatime tunes: blue-eyed soul band from Toronto, it's a really good lp, this one starts slow before bursting into glorious acid fuzz geetar.

Correct. And the superior version. Who knew of this painting before her reinterpretion? Nobody. Now? Everybody. QED.

@ian72.bsky.social mate, sorry, I thought I'd followed you ages ago!

The Birth Of The Turkish Clinic

Cheetah, Venice Beach, LA, December 1967. The Seeds, Smokestack Lighting and The Lollipop Shoppe (aka The Weeds) played 29-31, Buffalo Springfield joined them on NYE. No a bad Hogmanay.

Corgi, 1970.

There are very few people I've never met who have given me such joy and laughter in my life as this woman. RIP. www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Talking Heads’ bassist, Tina Weymouth, from the August 1985 issue of Vogue #Womensart (Via TalkingHeads Fans FB)

Does anyone else take great pleasure in printing out vintage line-hachure drawings of prehistoric monuments? Sometimes I mount them on card, sometimes I create handouts for field trips from them. I just love the detail and tangibility of these beautiful, evocative, technical works. 🏺

A truly great, lean writer, he can tell a whole story with so few words.

Nigel Blackwell of HMHB once came to ours for advice from my daughter on getting rid of water in his ear whilst swimming . We couldnt get rid of him for hours .

I've seen this year's lineup. Cursed indeed.

Forgot Alex Chilton's birthday yesterday. 1970, Chelsea Hotel stairwell, holding a copy of The Byrds' (Untitled). 📷 Michael O'Brien

You FUCKED UP, your LEFTY politics have ALIENATED the BILLIONAIRES who run the CHILD BONE EXTRACTION FACTORIES and now they will do a MASS EXODUS from your STATE or CITY. Don’t CRY to ME when you no longer see their CHILD CATCHING VANS in your STATE or CITY, YOU IDIOT

SEX CURES THE CRAZY #Movie1968

Who Do You Support? Half'n'Half scarves, part of an art installation by Wankers of the World.

Cannot be arsed with all this garden for your mental health, walk for your mental health, play sport for your mental health nonsense. Just give me the drugs, be fucked if I'm taking up badminton.

My cartoon for the latest @newscientist.com

Today's teatime tunes: this is from 1972, by a French band usually dropped into the prog bracket, mainly because of the cover I suspect, because the music is psychfolk with lots of acid guitar.

Here are four of my most popular cartoons on 2025

The latest canard being spread, and swallowed by, the right wing, who would form an authoritarian state, is the characterisation of the Labour government as an authoritarian project, suppressing free speech and right to protest...

A playlist from when she sat in for Jarvis Cocker on 6music open.spotify.com/playlist/51z...

Marianne, botd 1946.

Cat

Full disclosure, I'm a member of the Green Party, but setting that aside, this is a disgraceful, explicitly antisemitic depiction of a Jewish man. Fuck the 'artist' and fuck the Daily Mail

He resembles a blind, mostly hairless bear who has existed underground yet has burrowed his way to the surface and thrived somehow

Mao Mao is happy to be home and the medication 💊 appears to have sorted out the skin irritation Here he is, earlier today surveying his realm

A tragic but fascinating story, taking in Traffic, The Cake and Dr. John and a lot of immortal music. Also prompts again the question of what we might call the musical equivalent of the pathetic fallacy in rock writing.

Is this 'Deep State' in the room with you now, Liz?

When it spirals out like a Mr Whippy in Two Girls One Cup

Kelly Rowland to Nelly, 2002