Ian Hough

My book will be out late April/early May. Can't wait.
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Breaking news for sure, Burnet, Baker, Bosanquet.

Have we split off into another timeline, pal, lad, parallel parker?

This is Bluesky, sir...

Old Billy - Wikipedia

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Old Billy, the barge horse. Chief contender for getting his fizzog on the new British currency. @bankofengland.bsky.social
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Billy

I was counting on you Cityzens of Bastardville to stop "The Arsenal" from winning the league and you're fucking it up! 😰

My wife puts the men of Napoli to shame with her skills.

This was the best it could do for M,M&M. Poor effort son. I explain Mungo is a dog but no can do, apparently.

I've asked it to do a woke one of them, son, man, political animals.

That's him, weird little sod.

I did this one first, but there was a black helicopter over the house, so I deleted it. That other one was supposed to be the twiggy elf thing out of Rupert Bear, but it came out like Oscar from fucking Sesame Strasse!

NOT ON MY WATCH!

Saturday routine. They used to go to the picture house, then summat to eat, then Old Trafford for the match, then the Salford Hippodrome innit!

Wouldn't that mean the bus driver stole it?

LOL.

Yiss. Fran the VoVV*.

* Vanquisher of Vinegar Vera

Always thinking, I like it son.

I hope the gravy wasn't all dried around the edge.

Hahahaha! You've got logic on your side here, pal, son, thermodynamic consumer.

Don't bother fact-checking it, though. It's all kept under wraps.

"A disgruntled office worker."

I have but not in a long time. Might have to remedy that, son, man, m8.

Born in Cheetham Hill in 1926, m7. Emigrated to Mississippi as a kid. Always said he missed tater 'ash, crofts, and flying saucers from the toffee shop.

I used to call it 'shiny sauce' as a kid. My scouse relatives used to lash it on fucking Sunday dinners, lad, la, lasher.

RL Burnside was one, m9.

Can't beat a salad cream butty. Bit addictive though.

When people have been controlled through the use of shame, they become dangerously and unconsciously angry. Attempts to remedy their prevailing state often fail, as the rebound against the perceived manipulation draws in such deep wells of negative energy as to be irresistible.

I was expecting to see a picture of him in a shirt, with a row of biro lids clipped along his top pocket. "Disappointed" isn't the word.

Under strict supervision, I've only gone and a bleed'n galette with sirloin, cheese, and jalapeños, lads.