The BBC need to wake up and stop making Masterchef an hour long. 45 mins max. Get a grip lads.

This Theroux manosohere thing is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. What a gang of pathetic virgins.

MON THE GUNDOGS #Crufts

That is either one of the best or one of the worst finishes I have ever seen

Absolute tragedy that Shaun Keaveny doesn’t have a regular slot on the Beeb. Some bloke.

Some of the worst people imaginable will be waking up now and slowly realising that result wasn’t a freakish nightmare and actually happened. I love the smell of hope in a morning.

Morning lads 🍀 @reformuk.bsky.social & @labouruk.bsky.social

65 minutes in here and Everton still persisting with 2 deep lying playmakers who can’t make a 10 yard pass to an open teammate. Dreadful game. Frankly outrageous that these two sides both have a whiff of Europe on the basis of this so far.

This Arsenal head loss has just registered on the Richter scale. Absolutely hilarious

Yet another feather in the cap of Dry February is that you feel vindicated in avoiding the pubs when they’re inevitably full of some of the worst people alive (Rugby fans wanting to teleclap the Six Nations).

Stumbled across some mental things in my time but finding out Anthony Le Tallec and Florent Sinama Pongolle are cousins is right up there.

Comfortably in double figures of passing through Wolverhampton station in my lifetime and can confirm it is once again greyer than a pigeon’s arse. The streak continues. Thank Christ I’ve never actually had to get off.

Can’t wait to get Vox Pop’d in the Horseshoe smoking area after 5 pints as Gorton and Denton constituency becomes the centre of the the British political universe for the next 6 weeks.

A real sliding doors moment earlier when I let Joanna choose what we could watch and she choose a 90’s RomCom starring Gwyneth Paltrow where a missed Tube has enormous consequences, and I ended up missing most of this frankly insane AFCON final.

Watching Mykolenko playing full back on one screen and Nunes on the other has got me ready to dust off my boots. Absolutely abysmal at the old association the pair of em.

4 days into January and Everton still starting Premier League games with Mykolenko at Left Back. Absolutely criminal.

Here We Go NYE special is ridiculously good.

Bury Football Club, you are rocking my world right now.

Tell you what, married life is seriously surpassing expectations.

Watching Bullseye here for some reason. “Just been nice to get away from the care worker for a while, our Leanne’s electronically tagged.”

Starting to worry about our plans to meet in the pub at 2 given the “you can log off now” email still hasn’t landed despite it usually dropping at 12 noon.

“How do they know who their dentist is?” will forever be my all-time favourite sitcom line. RIP Joan 🍺🚬

Broke the seal on some Christmas cheese earlier. Mango Chutney Red Leicester number from Aldi. Absolutely sensational start like.

I know it’s all largely capitalism’s fault but there’s some jobs out there that I genuinely can’t fathom how the people that do it sleep at night. Parking warden at a hospital is straight in at number 1 I reckon. Genuinely knocks me sick.

For anyone wondering why the Aussie run rate really picked up the last half an hour or so it’s because gubbins here woke up and flicked it on. Enjoy the wickets as I’ve now turned it off and try and get another hour’s kip whilst absolutely livid. What a healthy way to start the day.

This whole commuting to London for work malarkey can be a ball ache a lot of the time but hurtling north 3 cans deep rattling through the Arctic Monkeys back catalogue is undoubtedly a great vibe, I must say.

What an utterly daft football club Everton are.

Whatever happens, losing 20 wickets for 66 overs is just absolutely infuriating isn’t it?

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Root and Crawley both on a pair is it? Christmas is cancelled.

RIP to a real one and the only acceptable time for the word “Mani” to be used in relation to anything to do with the city of Manchester.

Shout out to my wonderful wife there for wanting to turn that game off on 90 minutes to watch ‘Aitch’ do a ‘bushtucker trial’. So glad I chose this moment to finally find a backbone after 8 years.

This Scotland game has been excellent as a relative neutral. Went from cheering that Shankland goal going in to pissing myself when they equalised then.

Made the grave error of watching the Tame Impala Tiny Desk concert on the train home and found myself fully admiring what could, at a glance, be the Aussie top order 2 weeks before the first Ashes test ffs.

First full day of the honeymoon and just seen a bloke wearing a football shirt I had next to 0 idea what it was. Holiday ruined.

You can enjoy watching Yanks get their pants pulled down for 2 days and reckon you’ll get an early night on Sunday and here we are…

In the grand scheme of things, to say I only really started paying attention to him about 36 hours ago, absolutely fair play to Bryson DeChambeau for become quite possibly the most despisable sportsperson I’ve ever come across.

Nice to see the Jets are still irredeemably cursed.

That Fulham away kit is really quite something.

Gutted there’s no Ian Wright but Rooney is an outrageously good replacement.

Yurrrssss Brian Butterfield on the tele. This is like winning the Set for Life it were channel hopping.

London is undeniably hilarious.

That was fucking horrible. The Kopites of the cricket world strike again.

Note to self: don’t bother going to a comedy night on the first weekend of the Edinburgh Fringe. 🗑️

Just an immensely likeable group of people lifting the pot there. Go on the girls.

Old Trafford getting slated on the BBC sport live reporting at the Test Match.

Gerrrrinnnnnn!

If they ever do a live action remake of Chicken Run then Keira Walsh is an absolute shoe in to play Mrs Tweedy.