Hydrangea Break

In the light of Serena Williams’ result tonight I have reconsidered my plan to re-enter top level crown bowling. Facts must be faced.

my god

Watching Vera. Which I have never seen before. Apparently it takes place in alternative universe in which accused people have no right to remain silent. Indeed they appear to have a legal obligation to provide helpful plot revelations.

Harrop Tarn, on the way back down from Ullscarf. Expedition morale dented by the discovery that “somebody”* hadn’t packed the thermos flask. The Truth and Reconciliation Committee has advised that the official history should employ the phrase “the flask failed to find its way into the backpack”.

I have painted the railings that needed painting and my heart rejoiceth. For that they will not make the eyes sore of those that look upon them.

🎶 It’s not leaving home It’s not leaving home Football’s not leaving home Just yet…🎶

Doctor Trivago

I don’t hugely care who wins the World Cup, if I’m honest. But I would *LOVE* Trump to have his very own Jesse Owens moment.

It's a right grand drying day.

Barrel life sounds idyllic until you actually live in a barrel and realise it’s fucking awful, says regretful Diogenes

Interesting post...getting sweaty for Putin. open.substack.com/pub/markurba...

My faith in the stiff upper lip as a satisfactory cooling measure is beginning to falter.

That feeling when your argument isn’t working but you just can’t think of a better one.

Trending in the Crouch End area…

OK Connections, you’ve gone too far now. You’ve mistaken forebearance for weakness. It’s to the death now.

To Tate Modern, to pay my respects at the shrine of Santa Frida.

At the University of Adelaide, you can apparently do a masters in mansplaining.

Can’t sleep? Simple methods that work: • study hurricane forecast • who hates me • what did i forget • relive supreme humiliation • win 12-yr-old argument • buried alive? could happen • what i did vs should have done • dead people i miss • what if i’m bad • why do i say stuff • what’s my fuckin deal

Definite Four Seasons Total Landscaping reflux here….

I reckon I could probably manage that

Hard agree. There were moments when this woman was talking when even I thought I understood football strategy. www.thetimes.com/article/65b3...

If someone CGI’d this you’d say “Come on. That’s a stretch.“

Be back. Just going for a quick dehydration break.

If Virginia Woolf was still in copyright I'm fairly sure that the title of this film would be two words shorter.

A bill to restrict the creators of true crime podcasts to no more than four episodes.

I have it in my head that there used to be a Dardanelles memorial somewhere that was known colloquially as "Churchill's blunderstone". But I can find no trace of this online. Have I dreamt this?

when the social media ban kicks in

“Victors in the forefront of some triumphal car, spectators of a pageant enacted for them, masters of life.” Virginia Woolf, in Night and Day, has her lovers seal the deal by sitting in the front seats on the top deck of a London bus.

detective: you're a sick son of a bitch, you know it? that bird was your friend of 10, 12 years and you drop a big fuckin boulder on him. wile e. coyote: i swear to god man i didn't think it was gonna work. it never works. oh god. detective: nevada's a death penalty state.

To the Anish Kapoor show at the Hayward. But why is it that a hyperbolic paraboloid mirror (a Pringle to you and me) reflects without reversing? (Zoom in on the QEH sign)

All ballets should include cats…

Give them the cup right now…

I wish Japan to win because I’m told their supporters tidy up after themselves at the end of games. In fact I think the competition should be decided on the state of the terraces after the final whistle.

Ball boys

If I was a braver man I’d short Space X stock with every penny in my pension fund. But there’s just that nagging doubt about the madness of crowds…

At the height of tulip mania a single bulb could change hands for the price of a mansion. www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

What a life. Smoked right down to the stub.

I have drawn Curacao and Czechia in the office World Cup sweepstake. I will not be larging it in anticipation of an unexpected windfall.

Mentally rewalking some recent walks. Virtually all were anti-clockwise. The one exception was public transport force majeure. And yet going widdershins (anti-clockwise) is also associated with bad luck.

Just been to the M.C. Escher show at Somerset House. I think he would have found the architecture sympathetic (if a little conventional).

Having breakfast. Can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched.

He so clearly thinks the wrong side prevailed.

You must forgive me for not writing for so long, but I just wanted to be on my own for a couple of years or so.

You can imagine my disappointment at finding that the necessary but very boring tasks in the garden have been RAINED OFF. I may have to go back to bed to get over it.

i got fired from the lettering factory for “bad kerning”. it’s unfair dismissal if you ask me but I won’t fight it; i don’t want to bum any bridges

Call him Enron Musk…

Dazzle camouflage is back!

Look, plantar fascitis sucks but I think this guy has bigger issues going on

Just watched Ido Fluk’s Köln 75, about *that* Keith Jarrett concert. I’m a jazz ignoramus. So purists may feel different. But I found it hugely enjoyable. Witty, inventive, tense. As it describes itself at the beginning, it’s not a film about the Sistine Ceiling. It’s a film about the scaffolding.