BUT CAN THEY RIDE BIKES?

No but there were a whole lot of tits.

So, cycling from Bloomsbury to Liverpool Street at rush hour during a tube strike today was the closest thing London has gotten to Mad Max: Fury Road. What a total and utter gong show. I loved it.

see, I mean, this basically makes my case for me.

Another fine product brought to you by Egg. In fact, I might put it on my list of 'top 10'. The first being omelette, of course.

Did you know you can just make yourself devilled eggs for lunch? You don't need to wait until the next 1970s-themed house party. You can enjoy one of the highest forms of egg whenever you like. The power is in your hands.

Feel the fear and do it anyway!

Did you know you can just make yourself devilled eggs for lunch? You don't need to wait until the next 1970s-themed house party. You can enjoy one of the highest forms of egg whenever you like. The power is in your hands.

It's like one of those cartoon scenes where evil figures are dicing for souls. Except it's not a cartoon and it's actually happening. Trump and the North Atlantic Oligarchs are literally gaming with human lives. It's the height of human evil, I can think of no other descriptor.

And I'm gonna skip like a stone ♡

A yellow sea of deep yellow dandelions and butter yellow cowslips stretch out into a blue, puffy cloud sky

Clouds and a chalk path, with a streak in the clouds matching the path

Clouds and a light blown field ready to be planted

"The clouds are like headlines
On a new front page sky..."

Yes, god forbid we consider the fact that university staff might have any kind of idea about how universities might be better run. It's not like we work delivering their key products every single day.

A white woman with brown curly hair stands on the lawn with an arts and crafts house in the background, looking a little uncertain. A small drone that she definitely didn't almost crash sits on a small heli-pad beside her.

a magical carpet of indigo bluebells stretches out beside a woodland path. The trees are peridot-green, their leaves about to open.

Looking across green fields to the hills beyond. A tree in the foreground, woods in the mid-ground, the blue sky with clouds above.

I've been dorking out (no pun intended) in the bluebell-filled West Surrey Hills, learning how to use Birkbeck's immersive tech at a Lutyens/Gertrude Jekyll Arts and Crafts home and garden. No I didn't almost crash the drone I don't know what you are talking about.

A score covered wooden deck with snow covered fir and spruce beyond

A picture sent by my mother this morning, the 14th of April, from her home in Trinity Bay, Newfoundland. She lives fifteen degrees of latitude further *south* than I do. This is the only time of year I'm not particularly homesick.

It's so obvious that endnotes are nowhere close to as good as footnotes, and the reason that there are only endnotes now is solely down to the costs to publishers of the complex pagination involved in typesetting footnotes. We don't get endnotes because Elsevier etc want more profit, basically.

Cis people: just nip over to your GP to feel a little perkier by taking some T.
Trans people: just spend 5 years on a waiting list, go through a few psychiatric assessments, and if you survive that then you might get a prescription for exactly the same HRT.

(including the OP)

And it's nice to think that 50% might be there to watch him squirm.

forgot alt: it's just that horrid image of Trump as Christ, the one that makes you throw up in your mouth just looking at it.

Man do I wish the Christian God would smite this sack of unmitigated shit.

Beautiful x

I brushed out an ancient sheepskin rug the other day and put the wool that came off by the brook for the birds, who are very busy building their nests. So far I've seen Great Tits and Sparrows pull of bits and fly off. Cozy baby birds!

Budapest Pride draws huge crowds in defiance of Orban legal threats Tens of thousands have gathered for the LGBTQ march in Hungary's capital, despite a police ban and warning from PM Viktor Orban.

One thing Orbán is a poster boy for, is instrumentalizing global anti gender, anti queer, and anti trans movements to advance his authoritarian regime’s goals. NO MORE. The Hungarian people’s victory is for all of us; it’s much more than just a chink in their armour

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Tonight I'm thinking of the many Hungarians I've met over the years - many of them abroad against their wishes, many of them queer - who haven't stopped fighting, for sixteen years. For most of us, Orbán was an on-and-off nuisance on TV - at best. For them, he was a constant nightmare.

A list of birds in listening to on merlin. Aside from those mentioned there are blackbirds and blackcaps and pigeons and robins

The complex silky call of the song thrush, the cricket burr of the marsh tit, the chatter of the wren, the synthesizer trill of the goldcrest. And the great tits shouting 'great tit, great tit, great tit!'. Welcome back, Birds!

This is such great news!! Congrats! I'm away most of the summer but dm your dates in case a lunch or coffee is possible!

If only rats ate bindweed.

And while I contributed precisely nothing to your prize-worthy book, I did end up writing something that has the dubious honour of being widely cited in mining company's Environmental and Social Impact reports...

OMG this is my new favourite old twitter story

And congrats to @tinaadcock.bsky.social too! After my trip to Labrador especially, I *really* want to read the book!!