He was literally called Posh Ben on Castaway 2000.
He was literally called Posh Ben on Castaway 2000.
He is smugger than a smug thing on smug tablets.
Itβs the glasses. Even Starmer looks cooler in them.
Also, this is the ten year anniversary of our DryRobes, which are original DryRobes, which we got for actual wild swimming reasons, BEFORE THEY WERE COOL. Honestly, current βdry robeβ ubiquity is starting to feel like cultural appropriation!
Potato/potahto.
It was a COOL choice. Iβll admit Iβm saying this from a position of thinking Starmer is the most disappointing PM of my lifetime, but what did he think was going to happen? Like, maybe donβt do the thing that will get you labelled as ableist when you already have a PR problem.
I have a video thatβs like a decade old that lays out how degrading the word is. It has always been a tech industry-driven buzzword that acts to commodify and degrade the arts to the profit of the suit men. And in the AI era itβs even worse.
I am so isolated at the moment I could literally just scream. Itβs not like anyone would be able to hear me.
I want flag merch with slogans like βRefugees Welcomeβ, βProtect Trans Rightsβ and βNigel Farage is a Secret Communist Drag Queenβ. This is how we start taking out country back.
Whatβd happen if someone tried to no-platform Noddy Holder or Justin Hawkins?
Decided ages ago that I need storage I can see into. It still wouldnβt work for me keeping things tidy, but it might make me stop buying things I already have 3 of.
The kitchen is a warm-up act for the bathroom, and the dozens of hardly-used products have no further use for
Yes. Yes, I am.
Me, a person in their 50s with ADHD, finally dispensing of the concept of βstore cupboard ingredientsβ, along with four different kinds of pasta with expiry dates in the 2010s, several half-bags similarly ancient flour, 3 kilos of solidified icing sugar, and the βbakingβ hyperfixation.
I remember Michael Sundin, he was a great presenter. I thought Biddy Baxter had been dead for years.
The appalling thing about the βLGB Without the Tβ gays isnβt just that they abandoned the most unfairly demonized people now when all of our support is so needed but that they still pat themselves on the back for being out-and-proud freedom fighters
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Sorry, no. Youβre collaborators ππΌ
Itβs an βAnti-Heroβ on repeat kind of day. I am a monster on the hill, too big to hang out.
I donβt like to blow my own trumpet* but I feel like Iβm being extra-hilarious at the moment and Iβm not sure how appropriate that is for the week my mum died.
*Of course I like to blow my own trumpet.
βI like to shake my little fist on a soapboxβ
βIβm
Too socialist for your party
Too socialist for your party
No way Iβm Diane Abbottβπ΅πΆ
Not just him, I imagine.
Does he even know yet? The rumour mill suggests otherwise.
TIL that butterflies eat poo. And Iβm not sure Iβm okay with that @dr-squiddy.bsky.social .
Somethingβs afoot this summer, isnβt it? Itβs not just the heat. Weβre having a weird one.
Currently having the biggest #IβmAFeministBut moment of my life.
Ah, June rolls around, and social media is awash with ads for rainbow capitalism again. It gets earlier every year.
Despicable Men
My ADHD is still writing cheques my anxiety canβt cash.
Agreed. Vulgar AF, too.
Today in Prejudice Reinforcement: being cut up at a roundabout by a hideous, boxy, white Rolls Royce.
Pedro Pascal is the beauty and good this world needs.