But Terry it’s cold outside

Slip slap slop. And that’s just you later.

Had a couple of accidental
pints with Vix Fuzzbox once. She’s excellent company.

Smash ‘em all

say the line, Monty

Hello And welcome to gardeners world

The class celebrates

Gardener’s world is back

If you were watching the same episode of #totp that I was for some reason too complicated to go into, it would be Lenworth and Tiny Tony and the Terrorvisions: two great tastes that taste great together.

But you’re not. So ignore me.

Some People Say is a top song though.

It’s going on the Friday night songs that have been in my head playlist.

While we sat with a beer waiting for our tea she looked around and said “it’s a fucking disgrace this”

Me, struggling: “What?”

“We’ve been here for nearly twenty minutes and I’ve not seen a trace of Menswear”

Fucken yikes. About this time last year when She Hull came down to go on holiday to Belgium, and I was in somewhat of a state after the league cup final, we wandered up Camden Lock.

Tynemooth

It is platform 2, perfect tonight sheltered by the wall with the sun shining. The riviera is cold but nice as well the neet

Their *second* album?

I’ve been listening to menswe@r, like I’m a dickhead from the mid 90s. Shut up.

A beer at Tynemouth metro station. It’s nice in the sunshine .

Ah. A pint in the sunshine in some lovely Victoriana? Don’t mind if I do.

Cars start with a solenoid. Try “hob”

If Sam Altman was on a meter for intelligence I wouldn’t need many 50p’s and etc.

That works fine now, spot on. Thanks.

Nespresso Vertuo, according to the box in our work cupboard

Thanks man.

Tried to sign up to the Chronicle Premium trial to read this and support local journalism but it failed due to REACH slapping a full-page advert over the “payment confirmation” page, which cancelled the transaction. Twice. Sorry Dan.

Too many cocks spoil the broth / too many cooks spoil the booth delete as applicable

Don’t keep all of your eggs in one bastard

A sniff of the playoffs does funny things.

Compromise: keep Churchill on the fiver, but replace Prince Charles with an otter

That, mister Anderson, is the sound of inevitability

That lad dragging his arse along the Leazes end needs to be substituted. The dog used to do that when he needed a dose of worm meds.

Finally.

GET IN

No? Fine? The people’s groin pings again.

Hashtag shagger

Trippier’s popped his groin? The worst possible injury for him, on and off the pitch.

.0054 and I can barely tell the difference between the two stripes on a toon top when I’m colouring in.