Very pissed off to see dog-whistley TERFy propaganda littering our idyllic lido.
If you're leaving your rubbish, know that I'll make it my personal mission to remove every bit I find.
People want to swim in peace, to forget about all the shit outside the gates. Take your bitterness somewhere else.
Posts by That Agnes
Zapruder, a young tabby cat, perching perilously close to the edge of a full bath
Get some 'me time', they said.Watch Dark Shadows in the bath, they said. It's be relaxing, they said.
I like to maintain a nemesis in all important areas of my life. To be honest, one of them is probably you.
(Someone once told me it was psychopathic that I did this, and long story short they're now one of them)
I used to have SUCH a crush on Chris Robshawe, and then I heard him speak. Any attraction (on my end, at least) instantly dissolved.
Ha! She obviously senses a kindred spirit in Tarantino.
A beautiful tabby cat sitting directly in the middle of a TV stand, as a blood-soaked Tim Roth forlornly stares at her
I have probably seen Reservoir Dogs more than any other film, but never quite like this. (It was Zapruder's first birthday yesterday, so she thinks she's ready for grown up films now)
Our fave South London Gladiator AND River Song?!? My 8-year old has lost his damn mind. #strictly
Imagine including Lost and not Mad Men. LOST.
Was just telling my 4-year old the plot of Amadeus and his only question at the end of it was 'Are there any werewolves?', which I think we can all agree is a sensible line of enquiry
Oh no, I missed it.
๐จ๐จ๐จ It's a UK Pre-code nerd alert!!!
So I'm a handful of followers away from a lovely number (1,000!) so I'm going to be BRAZEN and ask you all to follow me - @thatagnes - on Instagram for sewing, cats, films, Dark Shadows and eyeliner. THANKS GUYS.
www.instagram.com/thatagnes?ig...
A page on FB dedicated to remembering life in good Old Britain is currently celebrating...
The Moorgate tube disaster.
You've inherited a movie theatre. What's your first double feature?
On Long Lost Family Davina has just told a lady that there's a second secret sister looking for the same dad, and she did not precede it with 'Fancy another one?' and I'm going to have to call the police.
I know I say it every single summer, but: surely this is the year we get a Repair Shop expert on the show?
This is the song that was playing on the surgeon's radio when my oldest child was finally forcibly and unwillingly evicted from my womb #liveaid
The popularity of Mick Jagger continues to baffle me. He's just uniquely dreadful to look at. #liveaid
In my head Dire Straits and Level 42 are basically the same band, and no, I'm not really interested in you explaining why I'm wrong. #liveaid
I cannot tell you how confusing our conversation was
I don't want to say Madonna is past it, but my son just revealed he thought she was our local MP, Siobhan McDonagh
The 8-year old is refusing to go to bed, so I've told him all about how Brian May is married to the Rani and now we're googling 'Freddie Mercury's cats'. #liveaid
Well, this is depressing.
(all my life except for that time I was in The Hague, which seems like a bonkers, terrible, stroopwaffel-based fever dream now)
I've lived in Merton all my life but today is the first day that I have happened upon The Queue and ... what the hell kind of madness has possessed people? Guys, THERE ARE TENTS.
This season's heatwave essential: an absolutely massive, ridiculously colourful tote bag. Pack your picnics, blankets, books and towels and look incredible while you do so. It even has a pocket!
www.thatagnes.co.uk/shop/floral
Ended up watching The Prodigy because I couldn't be fucked finding the TV switch, and I've actually enjoyed their set very much (while doing my needlepoint cat tapestry, because I'm well rock and roll)
Maybe it's finally not being exhausted all the time, but watching Glastonbury this year is the first since having a baby that I'm really, really gutted to not be there. And that baby (now an 8-year old) is asking if we can go next year and I'm thinking 'imagine if we did...'
At least I don't have severe food poisoning from a dodgy egg at the tapas place in West Holts this time round.