Clearly AI. No member of Reform would be seen near a road sign indicating left.

I also made this schoolboy error. Never engage with hashtag games when you’re being driven to an event and you’ve lowered the brightness on your phone to save battery life.

That’s my excuse anyway.

This reminds me of the time my father developed a skin condition, which could only be treated through liberal application of clotted cream and jam at an angle of 30 degrees. We tried several times but he couldn’t stay in one place for more than a few seconds. That’s right. Papa was a rolling scone.

I was blinded by the catnip of a juicy hashtag. And I now realise, I don’t know as many supergroups as I thought I did.

Damn. I didn’t perform due diligence. I resign.

The Travelling Whaleburys
#WhaleSupergroups

When an Austrian pressure group kidnaps the Federal Chancellor’s mother, demanding a national day of celebration for their favourite psychoanalyst, Vienna goes into older lady lockdown.

That’s THE LONG GOOD FREUD DAY, BBC 4 at 9.30pm.

“Replace the Doctor with Billie Piper and drop the Disney deal: how to fix Doc-… hang on…”

“Replace Mrs Brown’s Boys with another programme and drop the show from all future schedules: how to fix Mrs Brown’s Boys.”

I expect others will razor complaint too.

The Curious Tale of The Snow In The Winter.

Kramer vs Cremator.

Eyes Closed Shut.

“I gave the bell boy a tip, by the way.”

“That was nice of you.”

“Yes, I told him if he was having trouble opening a pickle jar, he should put the lid under hot running water for a few minutes.”

And the most aggressively accusatory of all the Greek philosophers would have to be the one who spent a lot of time in Italy and whose pants were torn to shreds by an unknown vandal… “Euripedes?”

“We meet again… Tree Doctor…”

… or, more precisely, in there.

The last ever episode of Sapphire and Steel.

“In space, no one can hear you scream for about 40 minutes.”

Perfectly aligned and certainly makes a change from “this lorry is dirtier than your mum”.

How about a compound word like ‘streamsious’ to describe the anxiety and paranoia that comes from worrying you’ve either not seen or, if you have, completely missed the point of, Pluribus?

See also ‘Huluknew?’

Shame. She could’ve been your sole mate.

Well, I had a Major(s) crush on her.

M were the pop-pet masters and no mistake.

That’s a shame. I was hoping to spire bargain.

“Interesting. Every time I play music on my set up, the dogs in our neighbourhood start barking from all directions.”

“You must have a surround hound system.”

Eight Out Of Ten Cats Does Countdownton Abbey
#TelevisionMergers

Can all this stuff be ordered on the apse?

“What do you mean Melania said you’re her second favourite rabbit?”

Surely… Furious Oranj?