The only person who should fuck off more than Tony Blair 20 years ago is Tony Blair now. Warmongering weirdo.
07.03.2026 21:54
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The only person who should fuck off more than Tony Blair 20 years ago is Tony Blair now. Warmongering weirdo.
A lugubrious chap in thick framed spectacles.
France's coach, who is played by Pedro Pascal in swimming goggles, is not happy.
Scotland are absolutely tonking the French at le rugby.
Dilys the black and white fluffy cat gazes at me while sitting as close to my face as felinely possible.
I love my cat.
I like how it evokes two Daphne deM stories at once, with Venice and birds.
I watched the first episode and it's solid but all the protagonists are middle aged white men with mid-length brown hair & beards, donc to be parfaitement honest je ne entirely sure pas qui est qui.
There's a new French thriller on Apple, The Hunt, that seems to have had its release delayed by several months while the credits (and maybe the finances?) were amended to reflect that it's based on an out of print 1973 novel - Shoot, by Douglas Fairbairn. Some behind the scenes drama there?
I think Saharan dust has made the whole country a bit smudgey.
Also, Midnight Mass on Netflix if you haven't already seen it. Mike Flanagan series.
Sea Fever (2019).
Priorities.
I just went to order it and discovered that I pre-ordered it last August. Thanks, past me.
Please enjoy the guinea pig cameo in this property listing. espc.com/property/9-f...
Why does it have Marc Almond on the cover?
What if they're one of the presenters on the Mellow Magic radio station?
It’s actually FEWER Misérables
THANKYOU
Excuse me, you've forgotten something important.
119 plantpots sitting on the roof of a large hutch.
Roof of our guinea pig hutch doubling as a plant nursery.
This is 'Gen X and technically own an iron but haven't seen it for 15 years' erasure.
She drinks from a mug, albeit one placed on the floor, not clasped in her paw, and her favourite drink of all is dirty puddles in the garden. Alan is beautiful.
A relative, X, is very old & after decades of living alone, struggling to manage. Another relative is helping to clear some of the piled clutter from X's house and finding dribs & drabs of increasingly compelling evidence that X, who 'worked for the patent office' for 40 years, was actually MI5.
A grey tabby cat sitting in a sunbeam. The shadow of a kitchen tap is cast on her and seems to almost match her spine. Her own shadow is cast against the wall behind.
Ivy.
A picturesque hodgepodge of walls and roofs.
A semi-derelict outbuilding made of wood, breezeblock and concrete and partially covered in ivy.
An abandoned shop and flat above in disrepair, originally constructed in a half timber style.
The playground of an abandoned school viewed through a wire screen.
Before I looked at the alt text, I thought that looks quite Haddingtony. I'm a big fan of Haddington's central buildings, piecemeal but persisting.
HEATHCLIFFE
IT'S ME
YOUR COUSIN, MARVIN HEATHCLIFF
A fuzzy-furred guinea pig of browns, greys and whites, lying against my arm.
Having a cuddle with my mysterious heir, Tyranitar Pogsworth.
Also on this day 20 years ago I buggered off to New Zealand and Australia for a few months. That was fun.
A mural across the two upper floors of a building. The lower part features reivers with saltires, and the upper part is painted to resemble shepherd's check fabric.
Galashiels, to honour its textile industry heritage, has a houndstooth patterned mural.
IP crossovers are a strange thing. Recently I've seen a Sonic the Hedgehog but he's Batman toy, Stranger Things Care Bears, Hello Kitty Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Agatha Christie Mr Men books. The world wearies me.
An unhappy looking cuddly toy that is possibly a panda bear looks miserably out of a tenement flat window at the grey February world.
Mood.