Man, you lads are way off.
06.03.2026 20:08
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Man, you lads are way off.
Laundry slung haphazardly over an old clothes horse, balanced precariously on a recycling bin to catch the precious sunlight in a built up area
Avoiding the tumble drier in the inner city.
Anyway, I watched an old Blind Date last night and I've never sped run a person into TEC territory as bachelor number one here. I was so mad at how he looked at the envelope.
youtu.be/e1s_zusXf_8?...
Innit weird how when ye hate someone everythin they post pisses u off like they tweet "i love soup" n ur like aye a bet ye fuckin do
Always remember, others may hate you, but those who hate you don't win unless you hate them, and then you destroy yourself. Richard Nixon
I've shared this before. Since then, I've never allowed my distaste for someone in my life to cross over the Toast Eating Cunt (TEC) threshold for my own sanity. It's a useful metric. If you get to the point where every microexpression and movement someone makes fills you with fury, it's bad for ya.
I've only had one flatmate. We started civil & then, over six months, we gradually fell out. Everything they did started to irritate me. I remember seeing the guy having his breakfast. "Look at that cunt." I thought, deeply & sincerely annoyed. "Eating toast." An emotional rubicon had been crossed.
When Trump was farting on about English cities, I realised he was wilfully misinformed in the same way as a English retiree who never visited those places. A panglobal xenophobic disconnection from reality.
They were just ripping off the similar two parter of the Sweeney. Watch it guv, he's got a space shooter.
Having seen what a complete arsehole did with my mates' selfies, I'm advising that people delete old posts too. Pity.
www.ganymede.tv/2026/03/obit...
That'll be the definitive obituary for Red Dwarf co-creator Rob Grant
The right's messaging on defeat ("this is illegitimate!") is in fact the same as their messaging on victory ("You lost, we won, get over it.") It's the pursuit of power, only.
Wait, Britain has politics as well?? Christ, when will it end
I find Northerners to be good, salt of the earth folk and I enjoy their company whenever I find myself as far up as Luton.
You know what, never mind. On closer inspection that's clearly Geoffrey Palmer aftet guesting on Benidorm.
I like to pay exactly £4 for tops with 90s Rap Albums on them, so I tend to open AliExpress emails.
This was in today's. I wish Puzo had written an incident where Vito sat before a Citizen Kane like image of himself, an arm on the floor in front, and the suspicion he might be an auton ever present
In honour of Rob Grant, here's the bonus episode @danielharper.bsky.social & I did with @jameslatrmurphy.bsky.social on the Red Dwarf novel.
Charming. Cheeky!
cut in Chicago 100 years ago on this date: a wonderful, joyous, swinging record. Armstrong was far from being the first to scat, but he did it masterfully here. Nothing would be the same afterward for Armstrong, for jazz, for US pop music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksmG...
I gotta respect that you've done this. It's both totally natutal and very funny.
Mail headline is prince of darkness up to old spin tricks
It's weird, isn't it? That there was a man who enjoyed the closest possible proximity to power and everyone basically knew him as The Evil Guy. For years.
Who's that?
Oh, that's Mandy. We all call him The Evil Guy.
What? Why?
Tsk. Cos of all the evil, silly!
Milo's been working for Ye since the first Presidential bid.
I remember seeing them in Crystal Palace Park as a kid. This checks out so far.
New CEO put in place purely to be accountable for the crap pulled by their predecessor? We call that a Dönitzing.
We buried my Uncle Jimmy a few weeks ago and its been so long since I'd hung with anyone from Norn Ireland, I froze at the usual greeting of "What about ye?"
"...What about my what?"
I'm named after my Uncles, who were each named after Irish Republican martyrs. James (Connolly) Michael (Collins) Charles (Stewart Parnell) Murphy. I like 'em fine.
Dark Tower is clearly huge for Stephen King and very few others
Obsessed with that Andew photo. It's a man seeing every load bearing stone of the way he fundamentally understood the universe to exist ripped violently away. The only way I could achieve an expression like that is if I'd woken up on the Planet of the fucking Apes.
Young man just cycled fast past me on the street, on the phone. Beautiful patois influenced working class accent.
"Pick you up at what three, fam? Three pm?"
(Beat)
"How do you not know what three pm is?!"
How you doing with the century or so of semi purposeful misunderstanding of "wherefore" in Romeo & Juliet?
Just think: guy got about twelve minutes on a show watched by tens of millions of Americans and now I can only find vague obituaries. Easy to see how we know fuck all about Shakespeare and Robert Johnson.