I had the flu all week, and although I'm now mostly recovered, my voice is giving Marge Simpson - and I mean later seasons Marge Simpson.

Very rude of My Chemical Romance to announce more UK tour dates and yet put them on sale before I get paid? Did they not think to consult me at all on this?!

She's a 10 but Excel thinks she's October.

Excited for the rapture, especially that finger-popping 24 hour shopping I've heard about.

I really enjoy this clip. The wobbly, handheld video-recorder quality and the crunchy early YouTube upload don't detract from the magic. youtu.be/S2rOh6dCwao?...

That thing where people film videos with their laptop, just lip syncing along to a scene from an old sitcom or something? The bar for 'comedy' in the age of short-form video is so low.

I got suncream in my eye and I fear it may be the end of me.

Sé do Porto is a stunner of a building.

Am I on holiday or in a kitchen showroom?

Lovely weather for ducks.

I appreciate that the greatest hits album is a bit of a lost art in the age of playlists but I'm interested to know what people's favourite greatest hits/'best of' records are.

Very grateful to my old friend HS1 during this tube strike.

Me bookmarking things I will never look at again in my life.

It's a strangely exposing feeling to think that people can follow you on Spotify. Are there people out there who have been keeping tabs on just how much time I spend listening to 'Desperado' by Linda Ronstadt?

Proposal: we nationalise The Smiths. Misery, free for all at the point of need.

Woke up this morning with no plans and ended up seeing St Vincent at the BBC Proms. It's the third time I've seen her live, but perhaps my favourite. She was incredible - as was the orchestra.

Watched a couple of episodes of King & Conqueror, which feels like somebody has tried to pass their Crusader Kings play-through off as a historical drama. The bit where England's Saint King bludgeons his mother to death with a crown was an interesting choice.

Accidentally took The Devil's Nap after work today and now fear my sleeping pattern is doomed forevermore.

I went to see Born with Teeth last night. Quite darkly funny and a very enjoyable watch. I heard somebody describe it as historical fanfic - it's very that.

Let's see you at 21 (ish) I'm the llama.

Okay, but - hear me out, Gwen - what about instead of a contemporary 'Wizard of Oz' remake, No Doubt go on a world tour?

Highlight of the bank holiday weekend: seeing Chappell Roan absolutely smash it at Leeds Fest.

I didn't really do Manchester Pride this year for the first time in about a decade, but I have still ended up covered in glitter. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

Watched 'Flow' this evening. It's such a lovely, poignant little film.

My boots have fallen apart and the laces on my trainers just snapped, so if you see me at pride or a music festival this weekend in a sensible office shoe, you know why.

I'm on a mission to play the many Switch games I bought and never completed. First up, Pokémon Scarlet. I chose Fuecoco as my starter. Praying it doesn't evolve into something stupid.

I mixed too many drinks last night and I fear I may never recover. Pray for Mojo.

Actual footage of me trying to buy tickets for anything in 2025.

Unpublish this before someone makes millions off Britain's youth by selling petrol-flavoured vapes.

This time last year at Ham House in West London. Very lovely even on a very grey day.

The Hayley Williams not-an-album is really strong. This was my standout on first listen: open.spotify.com/track/4G1ihd...

Listening to the late, great Julie London, and I know the 1950s gays were absolutely losing their minds over her album covers.

I bought a sewing kit a while ago, which was very ambitious because I can't even get past threading the needle.

The Hiroshige exhibition at The British Museum is lovely. I wish I had had more time to dwell.

Back in the cheap seats this evening for Stereophonic. I really enjoyed it. Kind of a given because I'm obsessed with a) Fleetwood Mac and b) the endless soap opera that is Fleetwood Mac. The cast were fantastic. (I know it's not about Fleetwood Mac, but it's not not about Fleetwood Mac).

My Fantastic Four

Alpaca? I barely know her.

Lost my Duolingo streak

How have Iced Gems survived so long? There must be some conspiracy. Surely nobody enjoys them?

I’m no expert but I would’ve got a person to do it.

I must have listened to Carole King's 'Tapestry' album a million times but I've only just discovered that Joni Mitchell sings back-up on 'Will You Love Me Tomorrow'.

I’m petrified about today’s science news. Genetically modifying crabs to have cheetah genes? This could go sideways fast.

Some more island hopping content, feat. peacocks.

Went chasing waterfalls (in spite of repeated calls to stick to the rivers and the lakes that I'm used to). Apologies.

The out of office is very much on.

"I wonder what I look like with a moustache," I ask myself as I attack my facial hair with the trimmer, "oh yes, Bob of Bob's Burgers fame."

Hungary banned anything that “promotes homosexuality,” which means Pride. However, today over 500,000 people in Budapest told the government to fuck off. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Saw Evita tonight from up in the Gods. I went in with a little trepidation because I don't love the musical, but I really enjoyed it, and the audience were absolutely lapping it up. Rachel Zegler is an incredible performer.

Do the supermodels gather to vote in a conclave now?