The DeLorean story is endlessly fascinating. Can recommend this novel about impact the factory had on Northern Ireland.

-It’s ‘Reliant Robin’

Too many emails, not enough biscuits.

How do I make all betting advertising fuck off, keep fucking off and carry on fucking off until eternity?

This is an absolutely top-notch read and includes the sublime phrase “glossy-looking pulpits”. (Be warned: also contains scary pictures of Enoch Powell)

They could at least have called it the Tring Spring Fling.

Never has a phrase been more bastardised than “legitimate interests”.

Over on Threads, someone has called the pilot of Star Trek: The Next Generation “Farpoint Station”.

I was in Twatt earlier but the residents have obviously taken all the signs down so you’ll just have to take my word for it.

Goodnight and good luck.

Doing an armageddon bang in the middle of a series of Sort Your Life Out is a war crime in itself.

Fucking LinkedIn.

Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod

I think I might have actually burst something from laughing solidly for two hours. Pappy’s, Rosie Jones and Mike Wozniak - take a bow.

CHESS on BBC Two! Nobody’s Side is a stone cold fucking banger.

He’s so awful.

Un. Bear. Able.

Am currently tracking three deliveries and have never felt so alive.

Mia Soteriou is the fourth #Andor actor to feature in #TheArchers, fact fans.

It’s an Evil-Under-The-Sun-under-a-blanket kind of an afternoon.

Signed this as it’s the least I can do for the hours of enjoyment I spent in this place. I fondly remember one particularly rainy Sunday afternoon watching The Terminator with my friend Jim. Long may the UPP continue.

My Carry On rewatch has reached the ‘Jack-Douglas-appears-and-ruins-every-fucking-scene-he’s-in’ stage.

I’m sorry but the Cheltenham Festival has a long way to go before I think of it as anything but that massive super-spreader event in 2020.

Confusing moment earlier when, although I was talking about Brian Barron, my friend thought I was talking about Brian Blessed.

The Outrageous Bitch

One smell I didn’t bargain for in my new neighbourhood is the smell of smoke coming from the chimneys on the narrowboats. It’s all kinds of lovely.

God, I love Letterkenny.

Ian is a wonderful writer and this site should be in your bookmarks immediately

I’m biased of course but this fantastic deep-dive into Kenneth Williams’ 1980s - on the eve of his centenary - is well worth your time.

WTF was John Barry on when he made this and where can I get some? It is ART.

In another Habitat/music crossover, I sold Thom Yorke a lampshade in the Oxford Habitat in the mid-90s.

Trying my new commute for the first time. Delighted that it takes me via the Skyfall corridor in Charing Cross station.

I finally moved into my new flat last week after 18 months of delays, stress-induced insomnia, dealing with incompetence, buyers pulling out (stop it) and grinding admin hell. 1/6

Not sure the exclamation mark is necessary

It’s probably time (and safer all round) to get rid of these matches advertising Boris Yeltsin’s 1996 presidential campaign.

I was doing alright about Catherine O’Hara until I watched this m.youtube.com/watch?v=vOWn...

Oh, EDF. You picked the worst time to piss me off. You poor loves. Brace yourselves.

Timely.

Good morning. youtu.be/EAZC2W2a3-s

For reasons, I’m putting together a playlist of Canadian artists/songs. Give me your suggestions! ⬇️

Can we not have a statue with a horse riding her? Would be much more fun.

I need this energy today

James, shut the fuck up. #TheTraitors

This was posted by @mambarlife.bsky.social in the Other Place and it’s too good not to share it.

As if all this [gestures to everything] wasn’t bad enough, I’ve just found out I missed the opportunity to be in the same room as Floella Benjamin.

Oh my god, die already