My very good friend @srotzschthomas.bsky.social has just put out this funny little book wherein he has too many opinions about Disney.
If that's something you're into you can grab a copy here: www.hive.co.uk/Product/Step...
(or on horrible Amazon, obv)
My filing cabinet was in storage for over a year, and I'm still trying to refamiliarise myself with how it's ordered.
Flicking through the folders like: "Pet insurance, car insurance, pre-Covid payslips, various Lego instruction manuals, wallet filled with doodles of pigs..."
Hear me out... did you ever have a butterfly cake? That. But with a bread roll.
If you're into #shoegaze or #dreampop, the band I recently joined on the drums has just put out our first single: open.spotify.com/track/1qPN8r...
And then, just as quickly as it began, it ends. The bin men hop on the back of the truck, a final honk wishes their fans farewell, and they disappear down the street leaving just a two minute grace period before the little fuckers are bawling again.
Thank you, bin men, for my brief Friday reprieve.
The bin men clearly love this. For a moment, they are superstars. They milk their arrival like Glastonbury headliners.
They honk their horn, and the children scream like it's 1965 and Ringo Starr made eye contact with them.
I once witnessed a child topple over backwards from the sheer star power.
They cheer like Jesus Christ himself just turned up as a surprise cameo in the MCU. They whoop and holler, and wildly applaud each bin as it is picked up and tipped into the back of the truck.
What starts as a bubbling of excitement as the vehicle is first sighted builds into an absolute mania.
I live opposite a preschool for under threes and, most of the time, this just means that weekday mornings are filled with distant crying.
The one time it really does pay off, though, is bin day. When the bin lorry comes, those kids go fucking feral.
My first #GoodLunch submission: just some potato rosti lads topped with slow-cooked Asian pork shoulder leftovers from last night, and some little pepper boys. Good lunch?
This counts! Good lunch.
Good lunch
Good lunch! Lovely array of bonus food.
I have a December birthday, and at this time each year, my family requests a birthday/Christmas wishlist from me. It's time again for me to share the document I call 'Present Requirements'.
But! This year, for the first time, I own a house! Any suggestions for nice house things to put on my list?
Going to tell my children that this happened at Glastonbury 2007.
Good lunch!
God, the government will inject all sorts of filth in our food these days. I demand protein-free chicken for all!
With Shakira leading the early promo for Zootopia 2, you've got to wonder if the plot is going to join Trap and Smile 2 and offer up a pop star centred scare fest. Here's hoping!
"We were saying nice things about you behind your back again"
I saw Bob Dylan tonight. He spent most of the gig hidden behind a piano. He mostly played songs off of an album he released in 2020. The few classics he did play only fractionally resembled the originals. He never said hello, he never said goodbye. He just came, played, and left. It was phenomenal.
Just seeing this now as I shift back here again, but I did actually finally see Threads on iPlayer as a result of this screening! Every bit as grim as I'd always been told it was.
Now when will it be available in the UK?
"First they came for the terfs and I did not say anything, because it seemed like a pretty smart move.
Then they came for... actually, things have been pretty good around here since we got rid of all the terfs."
Beyblades is Beyonce's roller derby name.
Whose hubris *will* finish you off, then?
I'm like if someone turned an extremely stumpy bulldog onto his back and he couldn't get upright again and he just spent the rest of his life shuffling around in circles wondering why feet go up now
It's such a mad take, too. Imagine some guy drove drunk and ran down a bunch of pedestrians and in court his lawyer turned to the jury and said 'what if they wanted to take *your* licence away. rude, imo'.
Which one? Because, honestly, that man kept slipping them onto his albums and hoping people didn't notice for years. There's at least three out there I can think of.
I'm watching her Glastonbury set right now. Just a perpetual star.
Don't get my hopes up.
Jesus. They want to talk about safeguarding? Even if they were actually right, they'd be putting a child at the centre of a vitriolic national culture war.
