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Now imaging Toy Story with music by Gary Numan not Randy Numan. You've Got An Are Friends Electric In Me. #garyrandynuman
First cup of tea: a UNESCO World Heritage Site with a handle.
Fun at the Occasional Jig Club. Head hurt doing Longborough all the way through. Legs reminding me this morning... AIts good to get out of your comfort zone
How have I already been here an hour? Misty drive in, and now buried in paperwork. This evening's Jig Club seems a long way off...
On 4th October 1936 the people of the East End of London halted the march of Oswald Mosley’s Blackshirts through Stepney, in what became known as The Battle of Cable Street…
A good practice night at The Fleece. Legs are sore. The new dancer is shaping up to be a good addition. The @pebworthmorris.bsky.social foreman remains a tyrannical taskmaster!
Well, that was a day. Thank the maker for Morris and beer later. Dance the stress out. I pity the rest of the side...
It has been a pretty manic week and the only way to get through today will be through the liberal application of heavy metal. Starting the day with Wolves in the Throne Room, and Thou. Then maybe Unleash the Archers if things have improved, or elsewhere if not...
Man City’s top lawyer mounting a robust defence and providing a full explanation to each of the charges from the Premier League. #ManCity #PremierLeague
It's never "AI agent breaks containment, cures cancer, does a bit of tidying up and puts the kettle on", is it?
Just, pffft! That's it. Nothing more. Move along, move along, these are not the droids you are looking for...
My legs certainly know it this morning. The foreman is a tyrant...
@pebworthmorris.bsky.social · 2w agoA good practice last night. Some of the side's legs will feel it today. A new dancer trying it out to boot. That's a proper Friday night.
This feels like it is going to be a long Friday. Morris practice seems a long way off...
The ghostly sight of a barn owl on the drive in. It always feels like it will be a good day when that happens.
Sore legs after last evening's jig club. Good fun trying to wrap my brain around unintuitive stepping and hand actions. As someone who is their sides foreman, it is nice to be outside of one's comfort zone and have to get things wrong.
Some days you need a liberal dose of Nic Jones, especially Penguin Eggs, to ease the way.
What I want is a TV documentary channel entirely devoted to documentaries with no quick-cut montages of everything about to happen, which don't give a fuck about keeping my attention, presented by extremely knowledgeable people in a terrible mood who have no interest in trying to make me like them
When there is too much to do, and you are not sure where to start. Another cup of coffee first, methinks.
Man who supported Brexit then fucked off to Monaco to avoid contributing a penny of his £15 billion fortune to public services makes the mistake of thinking anyone gives a shit what he thinks.
No, I don't want to watch your podcast. I want to listen to your podcast. This is simply re-inventing telly, but in a dull way. If I want to watch a programme on a thing I am interested in, I want more than some people sat in a room. No, you've got out of the wrong side of bed...
Today we are dancing at Pebworth Party in the Park. Dancing at about 1pm. We hope it dries out a bit before then...
Sacrifices to the gods made. Incantations recited. Caffeine imbibed. Audioslave on an unhealthy volume...