Small Prophets: pretty much perfect.

Remembir everye daye ys a goode daye to reach out to a friende and tell them how much you love them. Maybe buy them a booke. Bringe up an olde inside joke. All the sillye thinges and the serious thinges about friendeshippe, thei are all infinitelye valuable. Tyme spent thus wil nevir be regrettid.

If my friends here could give my Dan Dare kickstarter posts re-post when you see them I would be extremely grateful. There a great article about our campaign in this month's Judge Dredd Megazine - shops now!

I hate to say this but Prince Harry seems like a half-way decent bloke. Made a good job of his pre-Xmas skit on Colbert, obviously loves his missus. I may feel a twinge of regret when the revolution comes.

Short-run, cancelled-too-soon comics runs that haven't been collected (AFAIK) but should have been: Thriller Kaminski/Martinborough Creeper Peyer/Morales Hourman Avengers Inc Dakota North Investigates

I may or may not have had a contact lens stuck on my left eye for two days.

Asda delivery yesterday, none of the fresh or chilled items in it. Morrisons this morning, very little on the shelves. Supply chain problems? The beginning of a food crisis? I'm up for a riot if it comes to it, who's joining me?

You know what would be nice? A decent Parker movie. That'd be nice.

Cat2 has started running up to the TV as soon as it's turned on. This is why.

I made the terrible mistake of bodging together a playlist of my all-time favourite tracks and now it’s pretty much all I listen to. Or indeed want to. More than 7 hours of bliss & it’s darn hard to step away from it in search of pastures new.

Cat 2 (Trevor), realising what happened at the vet this morning.

In 1936 Tintin creator Hergé’s original multi-colour cover art for The Blue Lotus was too expensive to reproduce, so it ended up being given to his editor’s 7-yr-old son. In 2021, it was sold ~ for almost $4m (Herge Moulinsart) edition.cnn.com/style/articl...

Four countries in just about five hours. Modern life can be not rubbish.

Sunday evening vibe

Tripped on Thursday. Broke fall against a metal post. Today:

Decided to read Raymond Chandler. So far I'm up to the n in his surname.

@willvigar.bsky.social Ron takes on Suburban Homeboy solo, Hammersmith, about ten minutes ago.

I mean, I could go on about how a drunken mistake (not mine, I hasten to add) five years ago has led to me having to fork out nearly a grand this week, but what's the point?

Lunchtime! Not sure what to have - a salad of fern leaves of a bowl of Vietnamese noodle broth. So: Frond or pho?

Frank: Ooh, Betty! The proletariat should seize the means of production! Betty: Oh, Frank! A post-capital classless society! Frank: Betty! Engels the cat's done a whoopsie in my beret! Ooh! - Marxist Spencers

New cat bed that he immediately loved: £9.99. Knowing it'll stop him leaving fur all over the sofa: beyond rubies.

13 hour day at work (sicknesses, maternity leave, unexpected resignation), roadworks all down the A10. Two hours to do a 25-minute trip. Get home, sit down to take my boots off - power cut. Sat here in the dark without even a cuppa. Pray for me and my non-existent children.

@pbrainey.bsky.social This is your cue!

When your 'conquering all of time and space' plan goes out the window, it's good to have something to fall back on.

Robert Carl's Night Garden sounds exactly how the soundtrack of an episode of Ivor The Engine directed by David Lynch would sound.

The vet has put the cat on a diet. The cat is not happy about this.

Could we please now have a decent quality release of On The Air?

Caught this the other day. Hadn't seen it since was first released. It is utterly joyous.

Got a message from the vet: it's time for Kato's annual health check. This time, could you please provide a sample of his urine? Anybody know how to do this without losing an arm or an eye or whatever?

Merry Christmas to all you good good people.

I've been all over looking for Lancashire and Cheshire cheeses. No joy. Are they extinct or summat?

Dr. Doom's pronouns are Doom/Doom.

Been to see Dr. Strangelove. Exquisite switching between Coogan and his doubles in the quick changes.

My back's fucked again and I can't take a breath without sounding like my chest is full of mud. Send pictures, preferably of Anna Kendrick.

Looks like the Cat Distribution Service is in action again; this tiny beast keeps strolling in through the front door and demanding food...

Not quite how I thought the evening would end...

Good evening, viewers.