You keep waiting for a quirky murder based on a 17th-century play or something, but the only murder is of your hopes and dreams.

The vibe today

It’s 6 November, and you know what that means, don’t you? YES, THAT’S RIGHT. It’s the 156th anniversary of the death of Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s pet wombat

You should cook some lentils in coconut cream and curry, it will probably help.

Hoping this helps our colleagues across the industry

Googling 'what to do when brain goes AAAAAAAAAAAH! all the time'

I recently witnessed an internet argument that went: - but this was in 2002, there was no way to find that information out! - people had phones in 2002 - people did NOT have smartphones! - they...had phones. so you could call someone. and ask. and I aged one million years.

did the sitwells sit well? an investigation

I think one of the saddest things about being a millennial is remembering a time when technology was advancing in a way that made life better and easier and more exciting instead of actively, intentionally worse

A VERY dramatic Halloween night thunderstorm in London!

One must be grateful, when the times are tryin’ To do work that requires so little brain; And transcribing ten worser takes on Byron I must click-clack my keys and not complain. But whatever these 1820s types were high on It is enough to drive you quite insane. (1/2)

Dressing up as a catalogue ghost, that product of a 19th c typo that drains the time of researchers and librarians and which—after initial banishment—reappears unexpectedly elsewhere. For extra horror: the ghost entry seems to describe a source which will solve all your research problems, but alas.

While rambling through the world upon my gap year I met a traveller from an antique place He told me of a desert that would dry ya Where two great legs of stone stand, and a face, (1/2)

Not even transcribing a 3000-word doggerel poem about the current events of 1825 is preventing me from a good old panic today.

I hate that my TV is 'stuck in a boot loop,' which requires software on a USB stick to be posted out to me. TVs should have two states, which are 'off' and 'my shows'.

Me, contemplating a move:

Got a drive-by demand to pet the belly today. There is *nothing* under the fluff, she is pure fluff.

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My body reacts to any changes in the clock by just being hungry All the Time, which means I've spent all day gorging on bread and butter like I'm an 18th-century lord about to go to a late sitting in the House.

Heading to my nice warm bed with all my new books, for the extra hour and all the other hours also.

You are NOT prepared for the end of this clip.

The little independent bookshop inside Battersea Power Station is closing down to be replaced by a Waterstones (sad!), but in the meantime everything is 30%+ off (dangerous to my bookshelves with an upcoming move!)

I like that everyone in this thread eventually zeroes in to the only possible solution for a modern NA, which is Only Murders in the Abbey.

Every time I sit down to write a piece I feel certain that I would rather die than actually write it and yet somehow I would rather die ten times harder before I ever let the word machine write for me.

What's it like inside your head?

*briefly possessed by the ghost of an 18th-century Whig* But Charles, your Coronation Oath!!! What will be next, Catholics in Parliament??

Every time I reach a certain stage of acute stress-vibration I think 'what would solve this is paying money to have less hair', and it never does, it never does solve it.

Photo from my collection, writing on the back says “General Nuisance. Summer 1954”.

If Charles had no children, we'd now be having a second exclusion crisis involving a Duke of York. Ministers would be covertly urging Andrew to step aside without kicking and screaming. We could have had Queen Beatrice followed by Queen Sienna, and we'd be officially living in a YA romantasy novel.

Haven't yet bought a flat; have bought a very large painting to put in said flat, which unexpectedly arrived this morning. It features all my favourite things: tea, cakes, weird Napoleon plate.

I need you all to know that I just read a review of 'Pillion' (the Alexander Skarsgard BDSM biker film, yes, can't wait) that describes the protagonist as living in 'Bromley, rural England'.

Every time I go on Goodreads I'm so inspired by all these people not letting their actual inability to read words stop them from prolifically reviewing books.

'I am resolved my great expense shall be lacebands' I think about 20 different items each week.

If no one's taking the last bit of the sharing plate despite repeated offers, then I should be allowed to take it and no one should ever judge me.

Only watching shows presented by people with well-coiffed bobs from here on out, to remind me to book myself in for a haircut.

urgently need you guys to know that this French politician below 1) didn't know he'd been appointed as a minister until he saw it on TV 2) reacted by going: "bah pfff voilà"

Today's exciting science news: they're close to solving chronic kidney disease in cats!! Cats could live to be 30! They could get PhDs and worry that all their friends have mortgages! greycoatresearch.com/blogs/news/c...

Attempting to buy a conversion flat is going great, why do you ask.

You can't logic your way out of being burnt out. Unless you're me. Who should be able to do it and it's a personal failing that I can't

ONLY migrants though, no one else is to study English because it's a rip off and a waste of time, am I getting this right.

Ooh this looks fun!

Performatively reading in the cafe, but wearing white gloves so I'm still venerating the Book As Object, with a t-shirt saying "I know archivists don't wear gloves" so people know the gloves are performative.

They should get rid of romance novels but put romance subplots into all the other books, the more unexpected the better.

If anyone needs me I will be in the museum, lying down next to the bog bodies.

I really have no desire to ever own a Persian cat, but Apricot, the appropriately-coloured little dollface Persian who lives a few doors down and is constantly outside chirping for pets, is simply the best and prettiest girl in the world (no one tell Penny).

Please please someone tell this man that he can turn the camera noise off.

Keep trialing 'fashionable autumn TOAST lady' type outfits only to look like I feed pigeons in the park 🙃