I went to Noke and nobody spoke.

Went outside and stomped about in some mud.

The Madame Blanc Mysteries are proof that you don't need AI to produce utter shite.

Everyone on EastEnders should have name badges.

"What's this?" "Huh?" "What is this on the telly?" "I don't know, why?" "You changed the channel, we were watching Poirot" "Poirot?" "POIROT" "Huh" "Will you put Poirot back on?" "What?" "Put Poirot back on" "...." "You have the remote. Put Poirot back on"

It's the most wonderful slime of the year.

"Wifi? Wifi? What's wifi? Everyone's saying wifi but what is that?" (My father, being asked for the wifi password)

And thus, I begin my sacred annual procession toward the south, toward the sun.

I should buy a toaster.

Great mental attitude from Marple, as per.

ORAL SUPSPENSION

I have had to abandon my extensive project to colonise the moon.

Last night's drunk me took some photos.

Moonlandingz were very good. Wish I could have gone back to their after party on the third floor of the Premier Inn.

I went outside to capture the night.

Went Xmas shopping yesterday, successfully bought two gifts for myself. Such restraint!

Go on. Post your phone into a postbox. You know you want to.

Good news! The remainder of 2025 has been declassified and is now 'a 2026 job'.

Some recent belfry notices, for your consideration.

Personally, I think trains would be fine without a Train Manager.

I'd like to thank The Algorithm for bringing this to my attention.

I am doing some EDI e-learning and it's got a shitty AI narrator that can't pronounce 'ableism' and it's talking about 'abbollism'.

My job would be significantly easier if people would just read the words on the screen in front of them.

This evening I did ok at Stedman, tried Kent for the first time, did a bit of Grandsire, tried calling PB Minor, and led ringing down. A good evening for being pushed out of my comfort zone.

Could a loaf of bread be baked in the shape of a lobster?

Nineteen years a maid Two years a wife Nine days a mother And then departed life

Hanging out in Wirral's oldest box pews, looking at a THREE DECKER PULPIT.

If you've been wondering whether it's possible to do a wheelie in a mobility scooter, there are four fellers on the prom currently proving that the answer is very much a yes.

It's beginning to feel a lot like GRONKMAS

Lost tonight's quarter with only 8 leads left to go. Disappointing. Anyway, here's the ringing chamber carpet.

CMAT, last night, was superb.

Not sure what the owl has been up to but this can't be good.

If I ring two more quarters this year, I'll have done 20. Which, given that in July I didn't think I was capable of getting through any, feels like something to be proud of.

Splink!

If anyone would like to feel better about their day, please know that I just spent 45mins on hold to a helpdesk, then when they finally picked up, I ended the call instead of taking them off speaker.

I don't feel this has resulted in any particular competence with any of the languages I've been learning.

Thanks Spellcheck, don't know what I'd do without you.

t h e m o o n i s h e r e

Such a wonderful range of fresh produce in Morrisons.

I love fireworks, which is lucky, as the people of Merseyside are setting them off from every patch of green space available, with a frankly cavalier attitude towards safety.

A device update that disables your device and where all the links to support in the guidance document signpost to sites that can only be accessed if you are logged into your device? What a wonderful week I am having indeed.

Out of curiosity, when planning a local train trip I need to make, I wanted to see what happens when you tap this link, given that Merseyrail are famously behind the times when it comes to digital ticketing.

Best firework photo.

I have listened to 3 separate podcasts this month where they have mentioned visiting the Royal Armouries Museum in Leeds recently.

The chippy is open.

I have a cold so I slept all afternoon and now it's bedtime but it feels like afternoon and I'm temporally confused and all this also explains why I ate a lot of lebkuchen for dinner.

Recent WhatsApp messages from my mother, in order. 1. I can't send messages via WhatsApp, can you see this? 2. Did you hear there was a murder in the village last week? 3. I've got a cold so can't actually message right now 4. The press are describing the village as 'quaint' but it's not quaint!

It's time to send us your meter reading.

I also saw some alpaca (or llama, idk, I'm not Chris Packham), a Type L box, and also acquired some pudding and tarts from Bakewell.

Some signs from the ringing weekend in Derbyshire, including a peal board from 1944 (not a lot of wartime peal boards, due to restrictions on ringing at that time).