got me labubu stuck in the tube door, there was very nearly an incident on the northern line

once a nervous keatsian, always a nervous keatsian

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proud to be a trustee for this excellent organisation - give 'em a listen

frankensplaining happening on this tube

@juliamarybird.bsky.social’s pin cushion ghost story is a series of tellings that haunt each other in the way families handle & hand on memories like heirlooms: my grandma’s older sister… cooked for Lord and Lady X and saw or said she saw or felt a presence in the kitchen… #GhostFurnitureCatalogue

number of supermarkets i have been to over the last two days before i was successfully able to purchase parsnips: seven

hang in there, ian mcshane

heathers is on itvx. it has more quotable lines than hamlet

accidental hyalauronic acid to the eyeballs. do not recommend

most amazing outfit spotted on the tube just now: gold and black shot fabric sun ray pleated skirt. near the waistband, a handful of the pleat edges were pierced with rivets, and threaded through the holes were stainless steel belly bars. brought me total joy. additional accessory: a grey labubu

i have met claude

wood pigeon sing-off going on outside my window. the first one is doing the normal pattern - 'i've BROken my toe, i've BROken my toe' but the second one is improvising and adding extra notes. firstly it was 'i've HIDDen the remote' for 10 minutes, now it's 'i FANcy a potato scone' ...

number of monks i saw on my walk home tonight: two. separately

as a connoisseuse of telly murder, i heartily recommend 'bookish'

i bless the rains down in battersea

walking down a street in streatham and can hear someone doing theie violin practice ('climb ev'ry mountain'). am almost but not quite in a carol ann duffy poem

36.5 party girl

just looked for the sausage emoji to illustrate a particularly witty message i was sending. there is no sausage emoji. what i was thinking of was the grange hill titles

this was a fun chat ...

if you wish to never know peace, buy a pomeranian. or, like me, live next door to one

"Julia" from #FF8 on the harp ♥️ my leg was cramping..

neither my local budgens nor i are immune to the hype. £1.29 for this. tasty, but you can get a whole giant mint aero for £1.50

“Julia's Song” by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark #nowplaying #6music

i would like to read an account of that lady space trip written by evelyn waugh

sneaking admiration for the fella who stole 325 creme eggs. nearly three months' supply!

toss up between the barbican and somerset house as to who has the best large london exhibition curators. just been to the soil show at the latter - awesome worms

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you are top of the reservations list. that's 4% of our stock accounted for already!

if you're a lover of the small press venture, here's one more to look for - 'blown rose' is my friend mike sims' and my publishing and project collective. these beauties are by clare pollard, will harris, will ashon, the late chris meade and ollie o'neill. more info soon and at blownrose.uk

my daffodil bonnet is askew

“Julia” by The Beatles #nowplaying #6music

stop it. i am not going to make any IWD-related purchases. at all

giving up reading autofiction for lent, possibly forever

entirely charmed to find myself on the central line sitting opposite a pearly queen

if i watched conclave and star wars side by side without my glasses on i would not be able to tell the difference. black and white and red allover

heheh

the best 'i heard a car waiting at the traffic lights outside my flat playing this tune' ever just now. the can can.

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not seen one of these for ages. the southest of south london, newly stuck to a bus stop in clapham junction. i admire jane's gale force

i would set up in a hut at the edge of the encampment to do french plaits and recount oral histories of the coming of the asteroid

three gals on the tube celebrating one of their birthdays. presents everywhere, including perfume. they gave me a scoosh on my wrist. 'valentino' they said, 'get it'. i love them.

The story of the remarkable forgotten seamstress who solved the ancient mystery of the argonaut, pioneered the aquarium, and laid the groundwork for the study of octopus intelligence

am enjoying this tremendously. oliver twist in a 19th century parisiam amazon warehouse

i have just started watching rivals (which was filmed in my home town). strong identification with the episode one permed waitress who pinches a vol au vent

off to the t s eliot prize readings to do some backstage wrangling. i have been doing this in one form or another for - good god, macavity - more than half my life

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regarding my parasocial relationships with 6music daytime djs, i'm sad that lauren has come off the breakfasts, but i think it'll be okay with nick grimshaw. i think it'll be okay.

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thoroughly enjoyed my outing to the robbie film. not subtle, is it?