@googlyeyecat.bsky.social

I think we've hit a critical desalinization point. It would explain what's driving this extreme weather. Unemployed shoe critic. Brandishing a Scouse accent. Mainly tired.

The Polish delight in adding gravy to everything might overtake everything else. A breaded pork chop with fried tripe and gravy. And a bowl of mash potatoes. This isn't mine. I had yet another Caesar Salad.

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We've come to the German coast to escape the heat. It's 28 degrees. There's German grannies on the promenade in their jumpers and gilets. I'm sat in the shade and I am melting.

En route to Hamburg, got to train, got our seats. Some American proclaimed loudly, excuse me they're our seats. Here we go again. No these are our seats. 12 and 14? Yes We're in 12 and 14. I sigh. Are you in coach 21? How do I know what coach number it is? It's on the outside of the door.

Outside Louvre, taking photo of the Eiffel Tower when an old Renault full of mime artists went past with the driver in full mime wearing a top hat. I wish I could tell you that I got a photo of this quintessential french scene but I didn't. I didn't even see them @damomtm.bsky.social spotted them.

The absolute horror show of The Americast platforming the out and out racist and facist that is Christopher Rufo as if he's some sort of benevolent, thinker. The man is an utter horror. And Justin Webb is there just lapping it all up announcing "he's delighted" to have this horror on the show.