The feet waggling is out of control.

Roy Orbison - In Dreams

A candy coloured man they call the sandman, tiptoes to my room every night. Just to sprinkle stardust, and to whisper, “no chance of sleep“ and to scroll in the blue light. 🎵

Beautiful everyday Ladybird things. The Trimphone (How it Works: The Telephone, 1972) Artist: BH Robinson

You watch 32 sourdough starter guide videos on YouTube, and they think you want to watch 33.

Decided I’ll do it. I’m seeing a man (a film) about a dog.

No, please, nothing fancy. An ad-supported-tier funeral is good enough.

The trailer for Good Boy looked good, but I don’t know I have the resilience for an entire film thinking, I hope the dog is alright.

New Puffin Post acquisition. What can I say, I am powerless before the incredible art of Jill McDonald. I have a personal Puffin pusher and everything now, one who knows my proclivities, my weaknesses, my unappeasable appetite for 20th century illustration

Hobbit holes not Barratt homes.

Kind of look like the one on the left.

Please enjoy 10 seconds of a fat groundhog enjoying an apple at my sister's house 😊

I was first introduced to Jilly Cooper in our end of year school play adaptation of Riders. Non speaking part, I was in the back end of the horse, but I could still appreciate she was a master of her craft.

Look at the marbling on these. Isn’t nature clever?

Every time I make a frittata I hear the word in an exasperated Scottish accent.

Meet you in the stables in 15 minutes.

Belle and Sebastian - Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying

Egg bound Luke.

Ooh. I didn’t know this was a thing. National Theatre at home streaming thing. I do like going to the cinema, never been to the real thing, but maybe good if you can’t do that. www.ntathome.com

Being measured for a wedding suit on Friday. The name of the shop is Peter Posh, and that’s making it worse somehow.

Bovine Intervention, Buckinghamshire 2025. #photography #monochrome #blackandwhite #ShareMondays2025

Had the blood pressure monitor out again, and I’m pleased to report that my Ankle Brachial Index is perfect.

I’ve been listening to the fridge.

Left little finger numb from prolonged head in hands.

Walked past two lads on a bench, smoking weed, doing balloons. Turned the corner, heard a bang and a scream.

#31DaysOfGraves day 5: bird. Birdie E. Booze

Next door belches so much I’m genuinely concerned he’s going to do something awful to his larynx. It’s not normal.

The Cramps - People Ain’t No Good

Goodnight.

Fed the starter. I will never give in.

John Fahey - Wine And Roses

I am trying to stave off one of those periodic rants about the miserable state of the world, and our corner’s complicity in it all, but it certainly isn’t easy.

Auntie Zelda stung by jellyfish and shed her skin.

I’m not eating enough really these days. Can’t do things by halves. Don’t feel like eating at all. Better eat.

Yeah.

I’ve put a discarded Jane Asher cupcake set box that was on the pavement in someone’s blue bin. It felt like a risky manoeuvre.

And again. Twice in one week. I’ve added them up and I make that at least 10 Nectar points, if not more.

HIM (2025, I’ve no idea if there are other years) was alright. Bit Squid Games, bit The Substance (tenuous), bit Caligula (chapter titles, and other things that might just be me).

⚠️ Severe Weather. Drizzle.

Think I’m going to walk into town in the rain. Sorry for the soggy cinema seat.

The Orlons - The Wah Watusi

Dogs must be carried

Trampoline rhymes with Germolene. I’ve made a note of that.

It's finished 😊 👍 This will be on display at my upcoming show, Friday: 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗕𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥 At Cupola Contemporary Art 📅 𝗣𝘃: Fri 10 Oct, 7:30 pm 🖼 𝗘𝘅𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 11 Oct - 15 Nov 2025 📍Cupola Contemporary Art, Sheffield 🎙 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸: Thurs 23 Oct, 7:30 pm 🔗 More info: andycropper.art/cupola2025

Made a dahl, dal, daal, various lentils I don’t know. Took three hours. It was fine. Thought about love lost. Thought about the future. Thought about the present as I removed the bay leaf from my mouth.

Keeping Up Appearances outtakes.

Sea and boat,1988 by Wilhelmina Barns-Graham #womensart

It’s easy to look back on the 90s with rose tinted glasses, but that’s because you didn’t die in a car crash, or aviation incident.