The cat just meowed at the back door to come in (ignoring the cat flap), trotted through the house to the front door, meowed to go out and dashed out again. We’re a shortcut.

Clover asking for a stroke when I got home.

@thecatreviewer.bsky.social Met this cool customer, uninterested in anything but snoozing and tried to bite me when I tried give him a stroke. 10/20.

Autumn means I can get the cords and shetlands out again.

Am I the Rapture?

Unfiltered. 53.

Sunday mornings.

The puzzle of early kick offs and eating lunch shows no sign of resolving itself.

That Twiggy documentary is just as good as everyone has been saying.

Let’s get this Friday night going shall we?

Heading home. My last view of Berlin is this still visible battle damage from 1945 outside Friedrichstraße station.

Last night in Berlin rounded off at the Bundesbuchen restaurant in Mitte.

Reunited. RIP Robert Redford

Two Beetles and a 2CV van I saw in Berlin on the way to dinner.

In Berlin for a few days for a conference and it’s not too bad.

A sudden urge to listen to Galaxie 500.

I held the door open for Germaine Greer in Cambridge M&S circa 1995

Ending Sunday on a high.

Treat face.

Hopefully the BBC will follow up on this story to cover the fact the venue mentioned in it had all of its windows put out on Friday night by someone with a hammer. Seems somewhat relevant. www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

September means new shoes.

In an unwelcome turn of events I have The Birdie Song in my head.

Sunday morning dub.

A good day today.

The eternal conundrum of lunchtime kickoffs and actually managing to eat lunch.

Wearing an old pair of jeans today and forgetting they have a big hole in the pocket. Every time I put my phone in it slithers down my leg and emerges at my foot.

If there’s a patch of sunshine he’ll find it.

Is she?

I really like the Panic Shack album.

Drop some hats!

Chip Shop Pop by @rockingbob.bsky.social is predictably good.

Just rehung a door so I’m now available for all your handyman requirements.

Old Fords never die.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone as blissfully asleep. #caturday

Please join my campaign to stop fake stickers being printed on book covers.

The cat doing a fine job of ignoring me as I try to get him in for the night.

Slightly diminish a band. The Velour Underground.

C’Est Chic, non?

Don’t mind me.

Today is the 47th anniversary of this clearly unimprovable photo, from a story so absurd that it shouldn’t be true, but is: the day a team of workers from British Waterways pulled the plug out of the Chesterfield Canal, and all the water emptied out

Sunday morning music.

We’re back.

Strong start. #TOTP

International Cat Day today apparently, but every day is round here.

Think the washing machine is on its way out, it sounds more like a helicopter in Apocalypse Now (minus the Wagner) than a domestic appliance.

That don't impress me much

Friday night dub.

This is giving me doubts.

Thursday night vibes. #nowplaying

Sporting photo of 2025 #Lionesses