"Getting there, aye" Me getting there:

Have not shown off my haircut Please appreciate it

I really want to watch Hamnet again but in the privacy of my own home so I can let out painful gasping sobs without fear of judgement

Fist day I’ve felt like an actual human being since Christmas break finished

I love train stations because there could be the distance between myself and god free to manoeuvre in, and instead people will attempt to walk through me. Babe, I’m a collection of tangible matter. Stop this.

being asked to leave the nerd convention (saturday drinks) because I said captain janeway was the best one.

Making it illegal to buy sex hurts sex workers the most. Criminalising the client forces sex work further underground, increases stigma, and raises the risk of harm inews.co.uk/opinion/maki...

You can tell I’m writing a new history talk because I’m buying buckets of new history books from which I’ll never financially recover

I really want to commend Andy from just two weeks ago who said this was the year they'd be going out more, and trying more new things. My free time is filled for the next three days with plans to be places and I am horrified at the thought. Disgusted. What a fucking dork. Just go home babe xo

bad week 2026 day 8 - regret

Nancy By Ernie Bushmiller January 14,1947

I worry we don't consistently and regularly celebrate how good "Up" by The Saturdays is.

If you have any interest in queer history, I thoroughly recommend Queer Georgians by Anthony Delaney. As an historian, I don’t mind a dry as heck account of history, but that’s not what this is at all. It’s brilliantly written and the depth of research is just stunning. Love it.

Can't tell you how buzzing I am to get home and put the hoover on. Not because I'm dead jazzed to hoover but because I've not been doing great in yon brain for the past couple of weeks and I finally, FINALLY, have the mental fortitude to spend 8 minutes hoovering my tiny flat.

A couple of years ago I read this book about a woman going through a divorce who finds a bottle on the banks of the Thames. It leads her to a Victorian murder mystery, the solving of which lands her a job at the British Library, with no experience or relevant qualifications.

That's me booked in for my Mary, Queen of Scots tattoo. On Valentine's Day no less. I've always wanted a Scottish History tattoo, and Mary was my...gateway to becoming an historian. Talking with the artist and I want it to be the farthest thing from like...the kind of tattoos protestant dads get.

Albert Maysles and David Maysles's (born on this day) THE BEALES OF GREY GARDENS (2006) 🖤 You can watch this and GREY GARDENS (1976), the cinema vérité classic that came before it, on the Criterion Channel.

A grown man called me “bro” earlier. Twice. If there’s even the faintest notion that I give off bro energy I will fake my death here and now and disappear into the cold, January night. Do not look for me. You will not find me.

enjoy your deathtrap, ladies!

I'm not exactly someone with a rosy complexion, but I'm currently at the point of wintery pale that would make my neighbours nail my door shut and paint a red cross on it.

If anyone needs reminding of how migration is always been part of human history, here, have just one nice example. The English government started to tax immigrants in the 1330s as a significant source of revenue and the records are freely available online at www.englandsimmigrants.com

To stop myself completely spiralling today, I'm reading contemporary accounts of Plague Doctors in 17th Century Venice.

People clowning on this but it's true. Go read Romance of the Three Kingdoms and you're bombarded with advertisements for how kick ass Xuande is

Scully let's split up. I'll interview this beautiful botanist and you go check out the sewer system full of human bones

If whatever 16 year old girl is playing me on the sims right now could *please* google the cheats, I'd really appreciate it. I had the heating on for a grand total of 9 hours over the Christmas holidays and I've near bankrupted myself. Screaming into the sky "Ctrl+Shift+C THEN TYPE MOTHERLODE"

I was cycling along the Forth and Clyde canal when I was like...12? It started to rain so I went no handed to put my hood up, immediately fell right into the canal. As well as cracking my leg on a shopping trolley, the only way I could pull myself out was using the many nettles along the verge.

Sometimes when I day dream I think about what it would have been like to be best pals with Mary, Queen of Scots, but she had a much hotter, more talented, ITALIAN gay best pal and I don't think I could compete with that.

The thing about shows like Downton Abbey and The Gilded Age is that 1) as a historian I love them 2) as someone who despises wealth inequality and elitism I hate them 3) as someone who likes fluff, drama and mothers mothering I love them 4) as a historian I hate them

Absolutely not into football at all, but getting an extra public holiday because Scotland got into the World Cup is very nice. Sorry for all the times I slagged you xoxo

First day back should really just be for saying "Happy New Year" "Aye a quiet one, you?" and "did anybody pick up milk on the way in?" Once that's done, game's a bogey, go home.

If there is one kind of content I would like to not see at any point in 2026 it’s “omg this was twenty years ago???” content. Isn’t it like nice there’s an album you’ve loved for twenty whole years? Maybe twenty more? Plus we are all much hotter now that we were then. I mean I definitely am.

The online discourse around the time between Christmas and New Year is created by joyless weirdos. I’m so sorry but this is great. I wake up, I eat, I check what day it is, I forget what day it is, I have long showers, I lie under soft blankets, I eat, I nap, I eat, I go to bed. It’s brilliant.

It’s important to clarify that I am a strong independent non-binny babe who don’t need no hero

Good god I am a dish. I’m also off my tits right now, but being objective is an important part of adulthood. And objectively I am a dish.

Annual leave forever please

Imagine owning four PlayStation 5 controllers, all broken in different ways. Seems utterly inconceivable that one of the biggest companies in the world would make a key piece of hardware a big pile of poop. And yet, here we are, with four poop controllers.

As the year barrels towards its end, I reflect on the most important things I’ve achieved and that is that I finally watched the succulent Chinese meal thing so I no longer have to be like “haha yeah” and instead can engage earnestly.

Do you think my seasonal depression would be healed by rewatching the best telly show, The OA? I think it’s a solid idea. One of my best.

Finally got to play the new FFXIV patch and devastated to find my boy has been recast. I expected it because of Jonathan Bailey’s whole fame and sexiest man of the year thing but darn. I sad.

The worst thing about this flu is having to watch television shows that don’t evoke major emotion in me. Too much laughter/sadness/heartwarming joy brings out a cough like a 72 year old chain smoking Floridian on holiday in Vegas. Which is someone I made up but feels real.

Still desperately ill but have come into the office to 1) drop off secret Santa gifts and 2) pick up my new glasses and oh. Oh. OH! These are such a toot.

Everyone is shocked to find I'm back on BG3 as a redheaded femme wizard. Variety is the spice of life and I have chosen salt.

I have a new t-shirt that clarifies my lack of gender and my status as a rootin’ tootin’ varmint (I like naps and soft furnishings)

Drinking like it’s a crisp Diet Coke

Me getting the go ahead to miss the work Christmas night out because I’m sick

Today, Glasgow's Green Councillors wrote to David Lammy demanding urgent action from him in the case of the 8 alleged members of Palestine Action who have been on hunger strike. This is a crisis - the Justice Secretary must intervene & hear their pleas ✊️🇵🇸

*sickly fist pump as I am immediately sent home from the office*