Jamie Muir

Yes 🤬

Ha! We’ve got a bowl of posing marbles like yours.

Is that a modish air fryer behind the head of your familiar?

Such a brilliant idea, and then that second brilliant idea on top the first when the commentary begins to ‘slip.’

It’s infuriating, isn’t it?

It was. I love the wild selection of signed photographs behind the counter: Michael Sheen, David Suchet, and Lady Mary from Downton Abbey. Also the tin for gratuities is hand labelled ‘Fish and Tips.’

I’m really touched. Thanks for watching. Michael Bracewell on Surrey and Patrick Wight on Dorset are both terrific.

“I’m On My Way To The 159 Bus Stop.” @lucyfishwife.bsky.social

Courage mon brave. Having read some of Rolf Gardiner’s more outrageous statements, I am so looking forward to reading your book

Do they still sword sticks, or is that an urbane myth?

I was just hurrying across at Kennington from the City branch of the Northern Line to the Charing Cross branch when the doors of the train in front me closed. In frustration I yelled out ‘oh for f**k’s sake!’ - and the doors opened! I’m a Train Whisperer and am going to pass my advice to tourists

I remember people started to say ‘It is what it is’ at much the same time.

We’re going to sit in at the Fish Lounge on Brixton Hill for cod and chips and a cup of tea.

Sliced viscera bap?

How do cook pork chops so that they don’t dry out and become leathery? I’ve not mastered the art. Only if you have a moment…

I am retired now, but I survey the landscape with dismay. Agents for people in the public eye would ring suggesting their clients for Travels With Pevsner. It looked a worthwhile thing to do, but was cancelled after a couple of series. Do watch Michael Bracewell on Surrey + Patrick Wight on Dorset

Instead of mending the broken indicator, it has been removed it altogether. The stops on Brixton Rd just along from the Tube are an important hub for the people who keep London going, the exhausted office cleaners and refuse collectors who would like to know when their bus home is due. Shameful,TFL.

Yeah! I was the series producer. Delighted to hear it’s on Iplayer.

Ha!

The house that wept paint: yet another Brixton pavement short story. @douglascheape.bsky.social @hassinator.bsky.social @regretteruane.bsky.social @jamesbarr.bsky.social

They became bored of peace?

Kennington’s fennel forest.

No cheating, your last saved picture of a celebrity is your therapist.

For at least thirty years I have been collecting people’s quintessences of England. They are inevitably amorphous and bizarre - like Eliot’s ‘boiled cabbage cut into sections’

At university I once opened a book about Hobbes and next to the chapter heading Hobbes And The Possessive Model someone had added in biro ‘by Erle Stanley Gardner.’

‘Barn, barn, barn, ….barn’ 🎼

Oh no! The foxes off Acre Lane have taken up plumbing.

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I expect you know the story about the two nuns visiting Transylvania on a walking holiday? A vampire appeared in front of them on a remote mountain footpath. “Quick, Sister Agnes, show him your cross.”
“F**k off.”

Well, haggis aficionados always recommend Macsweens but I bought ours in M & S. It was delicious and didn’t leave our teeth coated in mutton fat.