Reuben

Ha ha ha, I love the nonsense logic of dreams

What do pandas call it when someone is indulging their whims?

Oh grow up. There’s more to politics than your survival. For instance, my comfort

Me: God, what is the point of life?

God: You know how they’ll make a dog toy look like a mustard bottle or something, and it’s purely for the human’s benefit and the dog’s like buhhhh whuhhh. Well you’re the dog, and I love mustard, baby.

We're Stronger Together!

(The tragic meetup group I organized for immuno-compromised people is the exception that proves the rule)

“History repeats itself, first as a tragedy, second as a farce.”
— Karl Marx

Illicit booze accounts for a very small fraction of the booze consumed in this country. I'm sure it would take a minute to create the infrastructure but I also imagine the legal, regulated, industry would displace a lot of the black market.

It would pay for itself and then some.

Reasonable points, but, as you say, they're already happening. Millions of people in the UK regularly use cannabis. We're already paying the costs, just not getting any benefits. We're putting money into the hands of gangs, and criminals, and wasting police time. Legalize it. Tax it.

Our country is skint. Clearly. We're making horrible cuts to disability benefits and sacking managers in the NHS. Has anyone considered legalizing and taxing weed? Seems like low-hanging fruit. I'm not saying it would solve all the problems, but it would probably bring in a fair chunk of change.

And, especially, those who teach history. They have to keep repeating it, over and over again, and drawing diagrams about it on the board.

Adam - Adam Bacon
Al' Go' Rhythm - Nathaniel-Antonio Lloyd
Steph - Stephanie Strange
Helga Rhythm - Louise Lee

Writer / Director - Reuben Williams
Sound - Glyn Bevan
Best Chap & David "Face of an Angel" Boothroyd (from behind) - Ted Baybutt
Edit - Adam Bacon / Reuben Williams

Made a sketch about how algorithms pit us against each other because they want all our love for themselves.

If you do like it, please do let us know, like and share and all that good stuff.

If you don't like it, it's probably because the algorithm told you not to.

Al Go' Rhythm YouTube video by Reuben Williams

Do you love screens? Maybe a bit too much? youtu.be/LBm7Vyi6NZY?...

I'm so conflict avoidant that when I have to write a "strong" email I'll fret about it for hours, send it, then wake up in the middle of the night anxious I was overly harsh - switch my phone on to re-check and it will just be something like...

- Bragged about how much money he makes as a landlord (clearly very happy to exploit people)
- Used to work at Foxtons
- Wanted me to sign there and then ("it will go")
- Property doesn't have a cooker or fridge
- Infuriatingly it's still the best one I've seen
- Housing in London is horrific

I just met the most estate agent of all estate agents.
- Over an hour late "apologies stuck in traffic" (almost impossible that this was true)
- Arrived, covered in gold chains (like a prick)
- Told me he was a landlord himself "you can't just have one job in London" ....

An ancient game

I grew up in the 80s.

-Cool kids were roller skating.
-Russians were the bad guys. -Neoliberal deregulation was creating short term wealth and long term problems.

...But tv has got waaay better.

The concentric rings of time/media density measured by the relevance of football references. Somewhere in the steppes of Mongolia is a horse farmer who worships George Best.

Hi

Absolutely floored I haven't seen anyone mention Patricia Lockwood, the strongest voice I've encountered in fiction for a fair while

Putting salt into chocolate is an evil genius move.

The Welsh told the Saxons this hill was called "pen" (meaning "hill"). The Saxons added their word for hill, "tor," and called it Torpen (hill hill).

Later the Norse added their world for hill. So it became Torpen Haugr (Hill Hill Hill).

Now the English call it Torpenhow Hill (Hill Hill Hill Hill)

It's one of those days where writing (or the attempt to write) feels like wading through a dense, non-newtonian liquid where the more I want to write, the more interested I become in speed chess

Trying to read a book about how to stop procrastinating but I keep postponing starting it...

Quite scary, but very interesting

I like to think of it as a trolley *opportunity*

me: you boy what day is it today?

boy: nonces shout out of the window day.

me: oof you’ve absolutely done me there.

Has everyone else ever considered just being less annoying?