Dave McKay

A 9yo today? No. Our 10yo know DVDs, but has never seen a VHS. And we're older-that-average parents: some kids' parents might only have vague recall!

OH VAL-EN-CIA SO MUCH TO ANSWER FOR March 12, 2026 Morrissey has described his hotel on Plaza Manises as … "indescribable hell. It will take me one year to recover. And that is an understatement".

You know he's typed this himself.

A red emergency pull cord hangs from the ceiling of a disabled toilet. The attached label cautions that it "... must hang freely to the floor. If it does not, it may prevent a disabled person from asking for help". The pull handle of the cord is hung on the high arm of a tall chrome towel radiator.

Today's metaphor for The State We're In ...

Is the plumbing cardboard as well?

I'll take my imperfectly GIMP'd version over planet-killing slop any day!

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I have questions.

Uncle Fester?

They don't even need to change the name on the back of the £5.

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Problem solved.

So long as our bank notes still have the queen on them that's the main thing.

Daily Express front page from Wednesday 5th March. The headline is "Weak, Weak, Weak!", inventively retconning Badenoch's abysmal PMQ performance.

The Express has to bear some culpability, albeit its readership is likely mostly all dead these days.

If we're going with pets rather than native animals ...

Might I suggest a compromise?

Frances Barber blocked me on Twitter after I had a conversation, about her horrific comments on the SNP, with Colin "Taggart" McCredie.

This is entirely true.

LET'S NOT PLAY FRISBEE WITH THAT POET ANYMORE. [This is a comic strip, with a poem laid over it. On each panel a new line of the poem is written. The scene is a park, in the summer. A man in a trenchcoat - implicitly Philip Larkin - stands folorn, motionless, looking at people throwing a frisbee. It becomes apparent as the comic progresses that they are trying to play frisbee with him. He stand stock still for the whole comic, watching the frisbee as, panel by panel it soars closer and closer to him]. After contemplating the approaching frisbee for two silent panels, Philip begins his thoughts: Unloosed, unheralded, You soar toward me Across the dying afternoon. bright disc of childhood, Long since thrown wide Of Youth's green imaginings, Your slow declining arc Figures a sky-written truth: We will all succumb, and soon To earth's hard oblivion. [The frisbee hits Philip on the head with a resounding DONK. He falls backwards, to the ground. [Ends]

Let's Not Play Frisbee With That Poet Anymore

The Antonine Wall - BBC Bitesize Learn about the Roman invasion of Scotland and building of the Antonine Wall, with this BBC Bitesize Scotland History guide for learners at 2nd Level studying People, Past Events and Societies in CfE.

That is horrendous! BBC Bitesize could teach them a thing or two.

Or three.

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You're in Scotland now. It should be "jag", not "jab"! 😀

I'd be straight on to the GMC to complain. That's outrageous.

Free sun stone with every copy?

Chris PHILP. Not Philps. Singular.

One is more than enough.

That fire blanket's going to come in handy 'cos you are looking hot! 🤣

I'm intrugued by the single death from "timpany". Did a kettle drum fall on their head?

Just half?

Guardian headline: Iran's new supreme leader has been selected, says deciding body

Find out ... after the break

I'm hoping it's full contact.

How many teabags does it hold?

Screenshot from youraislopbores.me featuring the prompt "draw the most beautiful thing in the universe" and a picture of an stick figure adult holding the hand of a stick figure child.

What if I sobbed?