Cock led answer.

You thought the Detectorists were what?

'I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father' Works as long as you know who your Father was, your judgmental prick.

The Rookie. Episode 123, 742, 816. After the tragic death of Freddie Mercury, Nathan Fillion agrees to do vocals on Queen's last album.

Second course?

The Detectorists vs The Good Life. In a fight to the death. Who wins?

Constant Billy would be done for stalking these days. These days.....

Re reading the Count Of Monte Christo for the first time in a while. The plot holes.

I'd watch that.

Current beard status. Radagast goes hipster.

Due to circumstances beyond your Bretwalda's control, your beloved Bretwalda was unable to make his monthly state visit to the local tip. Subsequently, your ever munificent Bretwalda's state coach is currently filled with cardboard, unidentifiable electrical cables, and fourteen penguins.

Tonight on the Mead Hall menu (top table only) double jumbo sausage n chippie chips with a gravy thick enough to be called Allison Pearson. Lower tables. Spam thick enough to be called Allison Pearson. Vegetarian/vegan option. Allison Pearson. Scraps and scrapings by the leper gate as ever.

Gleefully evil is a hard act to pull off. Trust me, I know.

After due consideration, your Bretwalda has turned down the BBC DG gig. It's not politics. It's the requirement not to slaughter the smug wankers of Ambridge and plough their land with salt that put me off.

Strictly Come Dancing's new presenters? Your Bretwalda understands that the dream team of Johnny Vagas and Emma Barnett is still in consideration.

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A national newspaper journalist went on a British TV channel to claim police stats showed asylum-seekers committed 44% of sex crimes in Dorset. This shocking claim was treated as fact by the channel which promoted the clip on social media where it was amplified by AI. Except... it's bollocks.

When the last life crawls beneath freezing stars..... rozanaworldnews.blogspot.com/2025/11/nath...

Thou shalt have a fishie, On a little dishie, When the U Boat comes in. Karl Dönitz.

Michael Benteen's potty time, but it's the fall of the house of Wessex.

Nurse! NURSE!

T7ne in for tomorrow's exciting* episode. * for a given value of exciting.

Tonight's future presentation, subject as ever to approval by @colken.bsky.social stars and ocean going bird, one of the Men from Uncle, a rather flashy cigarette case, and a bridge.

*whose* ring

Tonight on the Mead Hall menu (top table only) roast crackling pig, roast tatties, seasonal veg, Yorkist puds, and a gravy thick enough to be a @reformuk.bsky.social councillor Lower tables. Just for a change, spam Vegetarian/vegan option. Silt Scraps and scrapings by the leper gate as ever.

Mr Pip requires six units of metacalm daily due to compressed spinal disks. This is served in a dollop of ice cream. Captain Dash, who has fuck all wrong with him, also gets a dollop of ice cream. Otherwise, I get 'the look'.

There's a legend (that I just made up) that dogs with white eyebrows can see the wind. This is bad news for Mr Pip as M'Lady B is having beans on toast for brunch.

Your Bretwalda reviews. American Presidents. Episode one. George Washington. Terrible halitosis.

Kier Starmer's problem isn't just that he's a technocrat. It's that he's a technocrat without access to Brit Pop. Yes. I am that shallow.

Ooh. Fireworks.

Happy hang, eviscerate, and burn someone who believes in the exact same God as you, but in a slightly different way, week.

This week's spot the ball competition features Middlesbrough vs Birmingham in today's Championship clash.

Whut?

Tonight on the Mead Hall menu (top table only) as we feasted on THE CHINESE FOODS last night, and today, M'Lady B plans a light repast of bacon n egg butties Lower tables. Spam n spam butties without the butties bit Vegetarian/vegan option. Groin Scraps and scrapings by the leper gate as ever

Smoked carrot puree?

First name, middle name, surname. I'm Wayward, beefwitted, horn-beast.

Proud face.

I'm fine with all this diminishing shite, but going into the West? West of me is Cardiff.

When in the Mines of Moria Carey, beware of the Balrog, especially when it hits that top note.