I saw his later post complaining about the price of lube and thought ah yes, it’s the Temu P Diddy.

It was, of course, at the bottom of the sack. Like the world’s shittest tombola. Anyway, I don’t know who Angela is but she has been buying a lot of stuff off of the internet.

Then I have to go to the Evri pickup shop to get a book she bought off eBay. The guy in the store couldn’t be fucked so I had to dive through their enormous sack of uncollected goodies.

I start the day by picking up Laura’s medicine. The pharmacist hands over a carrier bag full of boxes of pills then says hang on, I’ll get the rest.

Probably every Gen Xer in Britain has a similar kind of experience or memory. Fucking plain sight monster.

It’s such a grim listen, yet I remember being taken by my parents to watch the Great North Run, we had a great spot on the Gateshead side of the Tyne Bridge and we all cheered Savile on as he ran past in his gold tracksuit.

Funniest prank ever Jimmy Savile helped me milk a cow blindfolded YouTube video by Trenton Alexander

Hoping @iwriteok.bsky.social has some room left in the Jimmy Savile episodes for the Radio Ulster tribute… youtu.be/t5bdo2xwpto?...

I prefer the Schrödinger’s film period between shooting and developing where I have taken the most amazing 24 or 36 photos in my life until I see them.

I sometimes think a moderate heroin habit would be less ruinous than being into analogue photography.

Undiagnosed but something ain’t right

Time to update the memes.

Then we can slave away in the lithium mines for our robot overlords because we WANT to.

Bluesky yesterday Bluesky today

Two old dimpled glass bottles of Lucozade. One of them still has the cellophane around the bottle. The stuff cinematographers use on their cameras to indicate the action is located in Mexico.

Not saying BlueSky is proper poorly but it’s just cracked open one of these…

In the batter economy.

Just having a little sit on a bench and boy I can really recommend this as an activity.

The phlebotomist complimented me on my fancy Crocs this morning.

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I’ve had to take my hat off and my glasses have steamed up. I am currently a living cartoon.

I’m on the Penzance train so if I do die my body won’t be discovered for hours and will need repatriation from the duchy. Thanks in advance.

Just eaten the really hot bits at the bottom of the bag of some wasabi snack mix on a train and it feels like I’m having some sort of medical incident.

Thoroughly enjoyed the saxophone starting a full second before the instrument hit his lips.

Small still with ethanol, water and our secret recipe of botanicals.

Paying attention while distilling

The secret recipe.

The finished article.

Today’s adventure… gin making! A blend of 12 botanicals and a handmade bottle of booze called And Then We Take Berlin!

Essex House tapestries by Grayson Perry and currently on show at the RAMM

Essex House tapestries by Grayson Perry and currently on show at the RAMM

Essex House tapestries by Grayson Perry and currently on show at the RAMM

Essex House tapestries by Grayson Perry and currently on show at the RAMM

Bugger yer Bayeux. In Exeter at the @rammuseum.bsky.social we’re all about Julie Cope tapestries…

Glad he went down the Copycats route of saying who it was so we didn’t have to spend any time working out who it was.

They never ask about polka-fusion for some reason.

So apparently the keys were in my pocket all along. Either I’m the worst carer or fucking dementia is contagious.

And now we cannot lock up the house because god only knows what she did with the keys. At 2 am.

Oh yeah, we’d been to the Boathouse when some friends came caravanning. Definitely doesn’t count.

We’ve lived in Dawlish for I think 14 years and haven’t been to a pub in town for no good reason I can think of. Inertia and unsociable mostly. Anyhoo, we’ve been out for a pint and have met lots of excellent pub dogs. Might try somewhere else tomorrow.

Evergreen post.