In the restaurant.
Waiter: Your coffee, sir.
Me: Could I have a little spoon please?
Waiter: Certainly. *delicately embraces me from behind*
Me: Lovely, thank you.
You’ve got to be impressed when academics go on strike.
New career, Gary?
I would be happy if I never saw or heard of Boris fucking Johnson ever again.
Oh yes.
What a time to be alive!
#whenaddictionscollide
S’late. I’m pissed and falling to bed. You young ‘uns get out there and paint Blackpool…well, just paint it, could definitely do with a spruce up.
S’all about the ILLUMINATION.
‘I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries’
We only have two. Yay!
‘Ne’er cast a cloot, ‘til May be oot’
(Never throw off clothing, until the end of May)
A fascinating insight.
First dozen pages: pace, pace, and pace. From then on…pace.
I’m an old hack, Tom.
Retired now and doing my own thing, thankfully.
Comedy writer, script editing, and a bit of ghostwriting before that.
A poster for ‘Tosca, The Henchman’s Tale’
About 10 years ago I was asked to adapt Tosca for a show, and imo all anyone needs do is sit Timothee down at a rehearsal table next to a fine opera singer while they let loose. And trust me, he’ll get it.
Gets the message across, I think.
Wow! The subject matter of this whole Booker list is almost uniformly depressing as fuck. Sign of the times, I guess ☹️
Swiss/French border? Sounds to me like he doesn’t like leaving all his hoarded stolen Nazi gold behind, and it’s a lot of hassle flying it about.
Scotch Brothel.
Pottymouth.
No, no thank you. I’m a...I’m cutting down on my salt intake, blood pressure, you know. 👀
Favourite wine from Rome trips sourced, bought (by my efficient wife, naturally), and cases now delivered. Which leaves me wondering tonight if we should crack the ‘Cap-Holy-Moly’ or the more intimate and romantic ‘Two-for-Licky-o’.
Not long after this they shut the robot factory down.
"Friends" is a beloved American sitcom that aired from 1994 to 2004, following six young adults—Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, Joey, and Phoebe—living in New York City. The show explores their friendships, romances, careers, and personal growth over ten seasons.
One of my most loved childhood books. Gold Standard parenting.
Only when on the mainland (a couple of times a year), so I guess it levels out.
Always.
After our M&S raid last week, we are awash with all manner of crisps and snacks. As that is the case, I don’t really fancy any. This is the way of the crisp.
Not inaccurate.
One illumination, please.
