Five days into January and I've filed my first Delay Repay request with Southeastern trains 🥰

I've settled on my New Year's Aims: Become a porridge eater; Take up bird watching/listening; Learn to crochet more than granny squares; and Use a roll of film every month to take photos

I worry dry frying mushrooms is like boiling lobster

I'm a little fascinated by the Traitors backlash and how cohesive it is. I've never seen it, but if you'd asked me even 3 days ago I'd've told you that it was universally beloved, as evidenced by most of my Bluesky feed, who've now seemingly turned on it like a flock of gallimimus evading a T-Rex

Adding 'Fifa Peace Prize' to the Mute List...

Developed a little crush on Yannick Nézet-Séguin because he's clearly having the time of his life conducting the Vienna Philharmonic

I found frost flowers!

She throws wide the pearly gates, and

pour one out to an icon www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Kind of disappointed to see that in the honours list preceeding the National Year of Reading, only three honours have been in service to literature, only one of which is to an author/poet, while the other two go to authors who are also actors/TV presenters. It's not really Going All In, is it

This is true and I was the only one on set excited about it (and playing the song on my phone to blank stares)

One of my biggest takeaways (no pun intended) from this year is the realisation that, by default, pizza is my favourite food because I can always get in the mood for it. If there's nothing else I want, if I'm so undecided I'm at risk of not eating at all, I can want pizza, my steadfast, tasty friend

I hate the word 'segue'. It's such a tricky little fucker

I'm a firm believer that this liminal period between the holidays and New Year's is how we're supposed to live. It's peak existence. May the word "efficiency" die in 2026 and all its horrible relatives "innovating" to solve the perceived problems of rest, joy, creativity, and humanity.

I understand it's a Monday and not an official holiday, but show some goddamned respect and refrain from emailing me during the hintertime

I want to say something clever about AI, weigh in on the various 'open letters' that are doing the rounds, but I'm just so <tired> of the whole subject. It's class war. Technocratic oligarchs, forcing it into every level of our media and social consumption, while simultaneously gobbling resources..

Apparently I'm doing this -- my open letter to that open latter about AI in writing and publishing. I emerged from Hibernation Week to write it, so god only knows how much sense it makes. But at least a human wrote it, so that's nice. Bonus: picture of my "cat," sweet baby Boomba.

This is just going to always be my go-to response to this kind of thing anthonymoser.github.io/writing/ai/h...

I got a new Kindle for Christmas after 13 years of service from my old one, and I've spent the morning culling my virtual library of 1217 books down to 444

This is a metaphor for the tech industry overall circa 2025

Me: Oh look! It's the wren boys! De-doo, wren wren wren, de-doo wren wren. Herself: no, that's just the Gilhooleys. They just dress like that.

Now watching the King's speech.

This is an almost shockingly wise essay. I'm glad I've finally read it.

I wrote about Pluribus and the dangers of writing exclusively for the fans. www.theatlantic.com/culture/2025...

I love him

JURASSIC PARK IS ON THE TELLY!!!!!!!!

I think this one was meant for me. We have the same face

Actually really lovely to see so many people on the Tube carrying new duvets and pillows because they've got people coming for Christmas and they want them to be cosy

Somebody just took irony into the woods, made it dig its own grave, and then shot it in the head and buried it.

Not now, enormous 68-million-year-old egg in Antarctica

Rare footage of St Paul’s Cathedral testing its giant flamethrower

In The Dead of Winter I made sure the monied family had one of those monochrome colour-coordinated John Lewis Christmas trees, which frankly warrants their supernatural punishment. www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

'First came the rain. Then came the toilet rats.' is such a good set up and hook. I'm invested. I want to know what happens next

We live in a weird time. It’s only right to get weirder yourself

If only they'd actually released the Epstein files, yesterday would have been three for three on Dirtbags Facing Consequences

What’s good about Walliams is we don’t have to separate the art from the man

Every time there's a breaking story about a celeb's treatment of women, everyone in the book world asks, "Is it finally Walliams?" Well, it finally is.

GASP

I love my two blackout drunk Minnesota sons

I knew that if I waited and I hoped that some Chrimbo Bimbo tickets would come back on sale and they did and I got one and Merry Christmas to MOI

Fuck all of you saying "this is inevitable" or "it's here deal with it" or even "it's fine"/"it's not a big deal". Be antihuman on your own time. This is a moveable needle. It's ruining lives (mine included already), ruining the environment, ruining art and creativity, isn't needed and isn't wanted.

We can do even more.

"they don't know how to express the idea" here's rian johnson's storyboard for knives out pick up a pencil and a napkin

If you were me, where would you have stored "for safekeeping" the stickers you've been collecting all year to decorate your 2026 diary and notebook?

I just need a place I can perform exorcisms on myself

Adding my collagen to my wine because I want my ligaments and my vibe to be flexible

Today I'm going to join The Dracula Society, as a little festive gift for myself

I think about Rosamund Pike in Saltburn, saying "She'll do anything for attention" when talking about the death of her best friend, at least once a day

got a full-body shiver of relief