Adam

Jive Tolkien.

A mate doesn't like it because he's heard it at too many funerals.

Have you, perchance, considered snakes?

Seems there's a comment to this, but I can't see it. So, I'm not not replying, out of bad manners.

Clarkson's Farm is excellent, and also beautiful, at times. And his documentaries on the VC, Operation Chariot and Convoy PQ17 were superb.

I get that Performative Clarkson is easy to make into people's EVERYTHING BAD I WANT EVERYONE TO BE AWARE I AM AGAINST strawman, but we're not exactly short of genuine bastards who actually espouse awful ideas.

I've had a couple I've liked - though not enough to have been worth missing out on whatever else was on the menu. Fucked by the when-in-Rome (Key West) weight of decision.

There have been 26 Victoria Crosses awarded to soldiers of Gurkha regiments. #WW2 #HISTORY

Why, indeed.

I wish you all a great year ahead of you.

2025, the worst of years, can just fuck off down the road.

Here's to 2026. Slange.

They also tend to eat and drink less than men, so you'll save a few quid going out, also.

Good thinking.

Spag is the mindkiller.

I have doubts. And I have doubts. On balance, you, Spag, may be the lesser of two evils.

So you pulled a knife on him, yes?

I use cider and butter and don't bother with cream.

But sometimes, when people ask for a recipe, they're less asking for the ingredients, and more GIVE ME A PRECISE STEP BY STEP GUIDE SO I DON'T TURN THEM TO RUBBER AND FOOD POISON MY LOVED ONES.

You have a beautiful face. Unhinged, regardless of the time.

Unless the menu is a cheesecake menu. In which case, carry on.

Looks good. But has given me a strong urge to make some chowder.

Tuck in.

Socks, is it?

Has decided upon toys. And the decision was ALL OF THE TOYS.

True enough. Though running machinery for 12 hour shifts doesn't leave me feeling quite like it's an office job, but it's certainly a lot easier than any other work I've had.

I actually miss working in kitchens most.

There's a couple of months of the year when I'll look outside and mutter about wishing I worked outdoors still, and then I tell myself not to be a rose glassed twat and remember just how shit it mostly was. Bitterly cold, soaked to the bone, tired, worn out and joints just aching.

The chemicals that preserve the body also make the carbon dating tricky - are you getting the age of the corpse, or the age of the bog itself?

If it's got Samuel L. Jackson on a fucking dinosaur, with a pulse-rifle, thwarting burglars in the White House then I think we'll all agree it was cheap at twice the price.

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Hanukkah Sameach

Yep. It's exactly where it was pre-photo.