Watched Exit 8 last night. Really good. If you ever change for the District Line from the Northern Line at Bank underground station you can do it for real.

1am on Monday will be a very good time to go on the British Museum website for Bayeux Tapestry tickets 👍🏻

If England win in the final I hope they do the Mike Flowers Pops version of Wonderwall

"We need protected bike lanes. People who've lived here for 75 years say "don't take away my free parking". Well I'm going to live here for the next 75 years and I want to get around my neighbourhood safely".

Remember when Samuel Smith's (and by Samuel Smith it was presumably Humphrey Smith) took out an injuction to stop Yorkshire brewery Cropton for using the Yorkshire rose on their label? Samuel Smith don't even use the rose the 'correct' way up. He was certainly a one-off.

There used to be an online forum for Samuel Smith tenants (and suddenly former tenants). That was a very illuminating read.

Rumours flying around all day, but it very much appears that Humphrey Smith, of Samuel Smith's Brewery of Tadcaster, has died aged 81. www.msn.com/en-gb/money/...

Death row

Some actual good news from my beloved home town www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Minimal mowin'. I just don't see the appeal of a lawn like a bowling green. And neither do my chums the blackbirds.

GOOD LORD NO

Bloody cyclists

No idea how hot it was on our 14 mile walk round Ullswater today, but I feel like I've been under a grill

Can anyone explain what the ACTUAL FUCK is going on here

Gettin' our solstice on at Long Meg And Her Daughters. What a very special place.

Oh, one man didn't mow Didn't mow his meadow

Ten years ago I was a cog in the Brexit machine, on a national news title that was very much a Leave cheerleader. I'm not proud of it. Even the veteran hacks I worked with on the overnight shift for the referendum thought we'd remain. I had this quiet protest, stuck to my office ID.

I used to spend my Saturdays terrorising the pubs of Soho

Same bloke who made Someone Saved My Life Tonight, Your Song and Rocket Man made this... bollocks Unbelievable #totp

I unashamedly LOVE Star Trekkin' #totp

Ben Vol-au-vent Perrierwater #totp

Martin Fry maintaining standards of menswear in an era of cropped leather jackets. LOOKING AT YOU TOM JONES #totp

Stock, Aitken And Waterman should be on trial at The Hague #totp

Truly the era of Blokes On Stools #totp

THAT WAS LIQUID FOOTBALL

Actually put the electric blanket on. This morning I had sunblock on as I dibbled about in the garden. #summerincumbria

"justice is patient"

When I am emperor there will be a ban on doomscrolling oldies sharing nostalgiaslop about drinking from garden hoses

Never mind social media. Kids should be out on their bikes exploring, using the UK's extensive network of safe, well-maintained bike lanes oh hang on a minute

10k trail run yesterday. And today I'm walking like Anton Chigur after he got shot in the leg.

Ok. The Thomas The Tank Engine merchandising has gone too far now.

Blue, blue, electric blue That's the colour of my shoes

David Hockney😭 so much to say about him. As a fellow Bradfordian, as someone who worked in the Hockney gallery in Saltaire for 23 years, as someone who saw a man who just loved doing what he did, a man who just loved life. Here’s my photograph of him in Salts Mill a few years ago. Cheerio, sir.

Well. This was prescient.

YET MORE BLOODY KHANAGE #FEWMIN

My favourite David Hockney work. It depicts Hockney at the counter of the Sea Catch fish and chip shop, Eccleshill - where it hung on the wall from 1954 (when it was gifted by Hockney) to 1970 when the shop closed.

RIP David Hockney. What a life, and what a legacy.

My old work ruler, which demonstrates sans and san serif font sizes in a Yorkshire accent so that I can understand it.

Spent the entire day with old friends, including one who now lives in Australia that I haven't seen for 20 years. It was as if we'd last seen each other a week ago. Cherish your friends. Cherish your family.

Modern life is rubbish.

Hot - and I cannot stress this enough - diggety dog

In The Club in Keighley. My dad's mate randomly drops that he went to night school to study art. In the class was David Hockney. "He was miles and miles ahead of everyone else. He wore a top hat and cloak with red silk lining". Yorkshire stuff.

Bit niche, but I've got some sort of sinus infection going on and feverything smells like the air freshener the Lamb And Flag in Covent Garden used in the gent's facilities back in the late 90s.

In the latest episode of Cars Ruin Everything: www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Stop making these. Build proper bike infrastructure.

This rather lovely bar has opened in sleepy Northam, just up the road from where my in-laws live in Devon. Bit of a surprise, to say the least. In fact I couldn't have been more surprised if the Pope had opened a pie shop. Packed, and only been open a month or so. Brewing their own beer soon.

Wow. The countryside is surprisingly noisy on a warm night 😳

Crab men Crab men Crab, crab, crab men

This actually doesn't surprise me at all. Especially as France has about 25% more operating breweries than the UK per capita — and we're supposed to be the beer country.