I reckon we're about a fortnight away from Trump using the Epstein files to distract us from the Iran war.
I reckon we're about a fortnight away from Trump using the Epstein files to distract us from the Iran war.
That's the first time I've put more than ยฃ100 into a fuel tank. #EpsteinWar
I've just had a look at the weather forecast. 70 mph winds? I think they'll all stay where they are this week.
Bin day tomorrow. There were four different-coloured bins out on the street when I came home. I am thoroughly confused.
The major difference between the current Iranian leader and the previous one is that the previous one hadn't had his dad assassinated by Trump. I'm not sure if this was the regime change he was looking for.
My heart is breaking. I love this building.
It's International Women's Day, so here are some international women.
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Danny the Rug has tipped Rangers to win.
My condolences to the Rangers fans out there.
Goebbels famously had a Jewish girlfriend before he got married.
He/I was no Vincent Price. "They're speaking in tongues!"
Last night I dreamt that I was Alan Partridge hunting witches in the Basque county.
Hope tonight is more restful. Or, at least, saner.
Mandy's just claimed that the police only arrested him was because they thought he was a flight risk. In fairness, the previous one was a helicopter pilot.
"Detained at his Majesty's pleasure." That's got to sting.
We had a brief power cut earlier that knocked out several of the surrounding streets. We barely had enough time to light a couple of candles when the power came back on again.
Our working theory is that the cat had just taken a dump that was potent enough to knock out the local grid.
Argh. I can still taste bone and blood. And my dentist is certainly intending to remove all of my gold inlays. This, incidentally, means I'll need to rewrite my will. But I don't blame my dentist. The price of gold these days, eh? I blame Trump.
The From Age
Cat on sofa
Graham doesn't believe in curling up on the sofa.
Book cover featuring a steam ship in stormy seas. Lightning in the sky, strange coloured lights beneath the waves. Title: The Packet
Hey look! A new book!
Some of you may have caught The Packet serialised in ParSec magazine but this is its first outing as physical book. If you like stormy sea voyages and sci-fi, this is the one for you.
Out in April, opening for pre-order now.
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Musk has previously stated that people who can't afford tickets to his Mars colony can get there as indentured workers and clear their debt with several years of unpaid labour.
I think we've just had a glimpse at what sort of work he has in mind.
In between playing slabs of noise rock on his Radio 6 show, Iggy casually reveals that he is a Guardian reader.
And the Universe aligns.
My favourite Patti Smith song.
Don't fuck this up, America.
Gave up at 6am and got up. Let Cat back in. Little Dog comes into the kitchen. Cat walks up to him and nuts him. Not one of those gentle cat head rubs. He just leaned back and WALLOP!
I guess nobody likes their sleep being disturbed.
Fucking shattered. Got woken up at 3am by Little Doggy barking. Everyone just lay there thinking that the most recent bark must be the last. This went on for a while. Got woken up at 4am by Cat punching me in the back of my head 'cos he needed to go out on patrol.
Someone pointed out that he's got the haircut of an aging lesbian and that's all I can see now.
The Bucky Rage
Here's my photo of the Bucky Rage.
Finding him again when you come back from the bar is not a problem. And his photos are like drone shots.
Special shout-out to the Art School for going above and beyond with the theme. The toilets had been converted into a CBGBs experience. "They're both a mess but they're gender-neutral so it doesn't matter which you use. But that one smells of shit."
Photos by Ricky.