Rob H&ynes

I'm glad you were there.

It's like an Oblique Strategies card.

I'm sorry, I refuse to believe these numbers.

You have invented an entirely new artistic medium.

FFS, that's so crap.

Artist's impression of the public square (image from planning application)

Oxford could get a new city centre public square as part of ambitious plans to replace the Clarendon Centre, published today – with a classical-style design by King Charles’ favourite architect Quinlan Terry invoking “associations with place-making and boutique shopping”. #makeoxfordbridgertonagain

That's the plan. Not remotely upset with this development, lest there be any confusion.

Innit.
A loaf of bread, a flask of wine, and #totp shit posting.

Oh Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with Gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with Predestination round Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin? - Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

I read this completely forgetting that gin is also a kind of trap.
Still made perfect sense.

Leatherjackets were something else entirely where I grew up. Crane fly larvae or some such, I think.

You are, as always, wise.

It's weird. And there's *always* great music around if you're listening.
Including now, and I speak as a crumbling old fart.

Translation: The 1970s was the decade when the poster was thin, had hair, was free to lead a carefree existence, and was getting laid once in a while.

Thank you, that's the plan.

On it.

Thank you! Gardening and woodwork in my immediate future.

Thank you. It's a broadly positive thing.

Thank you, I hope so too.

Thank you. It's all good.

Oh, thank you, that fits.
And I could have sworn I followed you already; I'm very certain I did in the old place. Now rectified anyway.

Thank you.
I shall play with cats and learn to sharpen hand planes.

"In a country with some of the highest levels of crime and violence on earth, I soon found that my best bet whenever I got lost in a new city was to find someone visibly Rasta, give them a pound, and say, 'Wha gawan, King?' Then I'd ask for directions and guidance." From "Messy Cities" ISBN 978 1 55245 503 6

This is lovely, but "... give them a pound..." has me mystified.
It's South Africa, so it's not currency, and it's clearly not assault.
Is he talking about a greeting the rasta with a fist-bump?

Keep them on their toes.

Thanks Liz.

This has destroyed me. Don’t skip school, indeed.

Also, MANY MANY DIG DIG!

I shall do just that, thank you.

Exactly this.

Thanks Mary, very much appreciated.

Thank you. And it's odd how I can be firm friends with someone on here for years and know so little about some aspects of their life. But I'm really glad it worked out for you.

My fingers are crossed for you.