The arse must have fallen out of the going to the costume shop game.

Mrs P had us watching the 2025 I Know What You Did Last Summer rehash last night. It was the most exhaustingly drab experience I have had in quite some time. For context, I recently had to attend a meeting about Reinforced Autoclaved Aerated Concrete.

Magnificent artwork.

Is this a euphemism?

Went to see Shark is Broken at The Lowry, it was excellent.

@leegoatboyhartnup.bsky.social
Just seen your artwork of @ianxshaw.bsky.social on The Shark is Broken account on the other place Lee. Excellent as ever mate.

I have a treasured memory of Christmas 1981, listening to my new Queens Greatest Hits album on big headphones and chomping away at the contents of a big tin of Quality Street - all by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree.

Take me back…

Merry Christmas to you both!

Done.

Ah dear old Duncan Norvelle, hope he’s being chased around up in the sky.

Pudding Spunk Pants here.

Nothing Else Matters is one of the few songs I can play on guitar and sound half decent.

:D down in the deep...

Just been out to pick up various fallen plant pots etc and decided I shan’t be going out there again today.

I’m in.

I have just been outside and I have now declared this evening’s dog walk unfeasible.

Sick of hearing about Cliff Richard’s gravy now tbh.

a man in a suit and white shirt is walking down a street and looking at the camera . ALT: a man in a suit and white shirt is walking down a street and looking at the camera .

Had a Teams meeting today to discuss an email I sent yesterday in which we all agreed that said email was factually correct.

‘The Troubles’ always seems such a reductive description of the NI conflict doesn’t it?

Give me some of that sweet Assisted Dying.

Only The One Show can go from Willem Defoe talking about Nosferatu straight into a segment about shipping forecasts.

‘I can see the complaints coming from a handful of middle-class women of a certain age.’

Same here.

Funnily enough, I’m married to a middle class woman of a certain age and she thinks he’s a c**t as well.

Watching a film and in one scene a record player is playing ‘Popcorn’, giving me PTSD and flashbacks of dancing to it in a draughty PE hall, wearing massive blue shorts and a white vest.

Is anybody else sick of hearing that bloody Celeste song on Sky Sports?

Is it possible they just asked him
His name and when he told them they just assumed he was pissed?

*drawer

I can’t stand watching any scene where somebody reverses really quickly. I have actual nightmares about it.