Ludicrous oil rant by war criminal (4,5) #crypticclue

God got fed up with hearing about the Makerfield by-election and decided to delete England

Waiting for that there Hannah Fry to do a video where she shows some clever little physics trick that allows one to push cool air through a stifling, humid one bed flat with just a desk fan and a cup of water

Been considering AC -- dear god the night humidity of this heatwave in particular! -- though we're in a rental, so would ideally be a portable. If anyone has reco's, I'm all ears. (Well, 30% ears. 70% sweat.)

Hey whoever is setting off fireworks in Tooting at 3pm on a fucking random Friday- could you fuckin not? Please?

Star Fox 64 has some truly memorable dialogue, but nothing beats the Lylat Wars UK localisation if you ask me.

In hindsight, the travel game my dad and I played when I was a kid of "make all the station names into cohesive phrases" was the cryptic crosswords equivalent of going to one of those Russian chess schools pumping out 5-year-old grandmasters.

Sounds painful

Finished my first Listener-style cryptic courtesy of @unchcrosswords.com 's Henri today - good fun (and as an aspiring polyglot, great quote!), but boggling at the multi-dimensional brain wiring that must be required to set such a melon-twister

To the tune of that one ditty by Maester V. Ice: Unch, unch, Grundy

For breakfast: eggs* three ways. (*cryptic crosswords) @unchcrosswords.com

A being that is 99% man, 1% horse. A percentaur.

Everyone's always talking about jag-offs but what happened to the jag-*ons*

Is it just my algorithm or are there sixty times as many online ads for stock market / investing apps as there were this time three years ago? Is this a recession indicator?

Board Game Library (with event space and tables etc). Seminars on the history of tabletop gaming, gamebuilding and game writing competitions, craft classes on painting miniatures, etc etc.

Only gets truer with each successive hagiographic wankfest.

To start, George outrageously nuking a Dragon? Such bollocks! (6)

Shakespeare, briefly unknown, is a prick (5)

Seychelles nut is an arse! (4)

fellow UK bird observers - other than the (slutty, frankly) evening robins, are there any good crepuscular urban dwellers i should be looking / listening out for?

Guys I have to know: are the Powerpuff Girls Catholic?? Can we substantiate this in some way?

sucking down great big gulps of that stuff that makes you see mighty quetzalcoatl doing hula hoop with jane fonda

Why'd they change it? Who can say.

Help, my dog keeps reading* online forums** and can't stop posting*** on them *smelling **lampposts ***pissing

Glad to see this book slip out away from Unbound's squalid little self-beshitment unharmed (and improved?) Do yerself a favour and buy it as a treat for you or indeed any other fan of snarky robots full of milk

My hottest take is that fireworks are backwards pretend-at-war bullshit and the people who set them off from their terrace gardens in built-up areas are a bunch of antisocial cunts (who should be locked in a small box with a lit catherine wheel, so as to cure them of their retrograde predilections)

I'm not a one for prayers But if I were, God Today would be the most hilarious day to answer them

They still call him "Dr. Lecter". He's done pretty well not to be struck off.

But shall this crazed old man be tamely suffered to drag a whole ship’s company down to doom with him?

dogs can’t LOOKUP, in fact many of them lack even a basic understanding of Excel or other spreadsheets

I think the clocks in UK go back tonight. Or forward. Not sure. Is it forward

I'll be coercing my fat, unwieldy thumbs into playing some Computer Games this evening. Welcome to join: twitch.tv/mistersolipsis

Unch magazine is an absolute treasure for solvers, plus it's printed on some of the most aesthetically and ergonomically pleasing paper I've ever wrapped my greasy little fingers around. I implore you: treat yo' self.

Absolutely not. Work belongs at work. The day I am forced to download Slack to a personal phone is the day I slope off into the woods like a matted, decrepit old wolf that knows it's going to die soon

Invented a new form of therapy where you put up a shelf, fill it with aesthetically pleasing handmade ceramics, and stare at it until you feel better I'm calling it Mindful Meditative Pottery Observation Therapy or "mm, pot" for short

Launched this week and they're repeating words already!

*Adored* issue #2, so preordering #3 was an automatic response. Only wish i hadn't arrived late to the party and missed #1!

There's one of them massive wall of text ads for Jack Daniels at stockwell tube station and I know the ad copy is trying to mimic that gravel-gargle drawl from the TV voiceover but it still irks me they have the line "as if, all the sudden". "All the sudden"??

My life is FINE and in ORDER and the fact that I'm eating spoonfuls of whisky salted caramel spread from the jar whilst doomscrolling til my eyes burn pink is CIRCUMSTANTIAL and UNRELATED and should not be noted in the official record

Power bottom, topless weapon, is Wardle's game (9)

"A-meow-zing" was *right there*

Actually, I let everyone live rent free in my head. I reject landlordism. It's called praxis. Look it up.

in honour of international womens' day, an open letter to male tiktok comedians: it's long past time: please, *please* retire the TTW* *tea towel wig

Who called it 3-in-1 body wash and not "lavage à trois"?

M&S' branding whizzed, now they've seen which way the wind is blowing with their crunchy pilates demographic:

I'm not actually one of them internet people what does it all professional like, but you're all more than welcome to watch an elder millennial struggle through a computer game for a few hours if that's your bag: twitch.tv/mistersolipsis

I'm rather enjoying the implication that there *are* songs of Wales, it's just not easy to play them. Advanced mode only. New Game++

Intense relief to be overlooked for this, tbh.

just dropped a can of whoopass on the floor. it's fucking everywhere. it's under the fridge

I think I have the evil wario doppelgänger of this anecdote: went to an awful new year's party in (inexplicably, for me) knightsbridge and ended up in the bar of that one big fuck-off hotel where I paid £12 for a schweppes soda water. It was not a mischarge.