Playing a 1983 edition of Triv. I'm struggling with the entertainment questions. The adultlings have no chance. #quietnightin

Fertilised queen hornets are looking for cozy places to hibernate, I can confirm.

I'm sure there's no correlation between not banking with Barclays in the 80s and being a comfortably-off custo-member of the last mutual standing in the 2020s.

Researching something else entirely I discover that, in 2015, Bianca Jagger wrote a highly indignant and completely priceless letter to the FT. www.ft.com/content/ec91...

The Blue Sky Mining company won't come to your rescue, it has been confirmed.

Having the Tour de France go through your sleepy little provincial town decreases support for the far-right, boosts regional GDP, and enhances your feelings of pride

I thought Religious Cake Decorator vs same sex couple had settled this firmly on the side of 'No You Can't'

My armchair guess: viral infection.

I see the kids down the rec have been refusing to let Vito Corleone's godson on the swings again.

Share your favourite cover versions

If it were the Tour of Britain it would have been Keith admiring anti LTN protests. Probably.

The Starmalite and ballot box strategy

Started / Going

Come for the photographs of late 20th century American capitalism. Stay for the devastating last line on.ft.com/48fjE4M

FT mag piece from me: Spent a long time looking into the Britannia hotel chain, beneficiaries of a vast amount of taxpayer money via the asylum system on.ft.com/47HEE46

And finally, in timeline cleansing news ...

Not just me, right?

Babylonian justice gets more complicated as ...

Breakfast fox trying to persuade me that fruit smoothie is what foxes like best.

I reckon the biggest percentage change in London road use this week isn't cyclists, it's weekend bikers getting their Harleys out.

Stop the boiled lamb and porridge sticking to your dishes with this one simple trick.

I see GDP for the Dark Ages has been revised sharply upwards.

It's good to see the return of 'the full confidence of the prime minister' meaning 'out by the end of the week'.

Never believe anything you see on Tick-Toc.

You start with far-fetched pro-car policies; they are then pickled into a rigid dogma, an anti ULEZ code, and you go through the years sticking to that ... and you end in the grotesque chaos of ...

Vier von neunzehn Luftballons kam durch, as those of us who lived in fear of accidental nuclear Armageddon in 80s would say.

Sitrep:

Clare Hollingworth has to phone it in or it didn't happen.

I thought I'd used up all today's Fucking Hells this morning, but Fucking Hell

Polling shows Reform can commit electoral suicide in Red Wall seats and still beat Labour, I see.

Spoil a 90s rom-com

Labour laser focused on disappointing every faction of supporters, it has been confirmed.

Is it nothing?

Vaccine Taliban?

Can't we just put them in a swimming pool in Sellafield while we think about it?

Across offices in London, cyclists will greet each other with a subtle nod next week. #tubestrike

*Considers self alerted*

The NHS is the worst healthcare system apart from all the other healthcare systems, part 1,563

IIR "Chicago" puts up quite a fight and Lance steals his surfboard.

Guardian readers have had quite enough of politics for one week.

If it takes a trillion to incentives your CEO, you've gone wrong somewhere. What's he going to do? Flounce off to a better job somewhere else?

It's mad that you can avoid second home stamp duty by not being married/civil partners

Is it: hyper-focused climbing?

Fucking Hell #TheWarOnScience

*Sipps espresso*

The Times is read by people who are too busy shagging to care who is running the country.

It was though, wasn't it.

Give the likes of Baldrick the vote and we'll be back to cavorting druids, death by stoning, and dung for dinner. (Any similarity to actual voters, living or dead, or actual elections, is purely coincidental)

In other news, I see we got free electricity again this afternoon on account of all the sun and wind.