I would really appreciate a "Cerulean blue sweater" monologue that explains the chocolate and pink colour pairing I am seeing everywhere.

City's tallest citizens also enjoy your favourite bands and cluster at the front of the stage unbothered.

I'm going to listen to Thelma Plum's Better in Blak on repeat until I can go back outside without a coat.

New Sheepdogs, Langhorne Slim and and Sleaford Mods. Keeping January warm inside.

This year's goal is 52 books, more non fiction and more Canadian authors.
I'm starting the year reading, A Trip of One's Own by Kate Wills, The Gales of November by John Bacon and Party Of One's by Anneli Rufus.

I read 57 books in 2025. My favourites were the Marlowe Mystery series, the Miranda Abbott Mystery series, The Laundryman's Boy by Edward Lee, 1979 by Val McDermid, How to Be Alone by Lane Moore and Why We Swim by Bonnie Tsui.

Speed limit sign in Ganavan, Scotland stating "Twenty's Plenty"

I would read 90s Elphaba Thropp's Riot grrrl zine.

Paul McCartney playing his own music as the concert warmup music is an iconic flex.

Dearest employer, sorry I am about to be late but A Chorus Line was on TV. Joy over capitalism. Every day.

I would no contact Bobby Brady the second I exited that house of horrors.

Jays in seven she cries as she opens her credit card statement

For the last two days all my sentences have ended with "Jays in six!"

"Good morning. Jays in Six!"

"I would like a hot chocolate please. Jays in six!"

"Happy Halloween! Jays in six!"

JAYS IN SIX!

How To Kill a Witch: A Guide for the Patriarchy by Claire Mitchell KC and Zoe Venditozz

Why We Swim by Bonnie Tsui

I have a concert merch addiction

I think my favourite part of Slave Play was during the pause when the older white lady a couple of seats over said "I wish there was some Black people sitting near us so we could talk to them about it."

Raye and Air Supply tickets secured on the same day!

I'm tired. Can we skip the after party at midnight and just meet up for coffee tomorrow?

I have a haircut and my first vitamin IV drip scheduled during the rapture tomorrow. The most exciting part of this is the uncrowded subway ride home. Empty sidewalks in almost sweater weather. No wait at the pizza place. What an excellent time to be left behind.

I was going to rewatch the masterpiece Sneakers but instead I got drunk, made enchiladas and I'm rewatching The Birdcage. Nathan Lane deserved an Oscar. A masterclass.

Start every psychological profile of a person based on when they raise their arms while listening to The Stone Rose's I Am The Resurrection

Zack de la Rocha may be my style icon but everytime I wear a colourful pair of socks I quote the Birdcage. "Well, one does want a hint of color."

I am a sucker for bands having city specific merch and I really wish more artists would lean in to an easy pander.

No not at all. I think it's new.

My home town!

I would love to know why some whiskies taste like straight fire and others taste like the stairs to heaven. Today isn't going to be that day. I'm just going to taste the burn and hope I don't tumble into the sea.

I appreciate that every Scottish person I ask "am I pronouncing this correctly?" has immediately answered "yes!"

I completely understand why Steve never left Loch Ness. Send for my cats.

Not yet. We had a bad storm this morning and had to cancel a tour. Sheep, cows and horses so far.

The trees in Inverness are very fragile.