Gothiron
@gothiron.bsky.social
Graves, confusion, city wandering like a startled cow, complaining about work. A Noticer of Small Things. Can't be arsed about Ambridge or The Archers anymore. MDANT
Another shitshow of a day so far at work (why yes, I should have been on leave yesterday and today afternoons). Problems which can't not be dealt with dumped on me because "well it IS leave season"
Are we about to lose another 1930s Great West Road Building? Article by Mark Amies (our speaker next month’s Art Deco in the Air. Aircraft, Airports and Poster Design. online talk) explains more. Here is the link for the full article: wordsbymarkamies.com/2026/07/17/a...
LONDON! WEDNESDAY! ONE NIGHT ONLY! "You Oughta Be In Pictures" 5 Aug, 9pm Rosemary Branch Theatre @camdenfringe.bsky.social ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Winner of Best Actor and nominated for Best Production and Best New Writing at @buxtonfringe.bsky.social. 🎟 camdenfringe.com/events/you-o...
And as usual, insect bite (now on the mend) has left a whopping bruise on my calf. Think I preferred it when it just itched.
Ah my fluff brained colleague continues to spell my name wrong when demanding stuff. What a coincidence, I have chosen an alternative spelling in my response.
Enjoying my stint of gardening with the smaller crow-bar today. Loved it.
Personally I think there are "legitimate questions" about COVID. Like why Michael Gove and Matt Hancock got away with giving away contracts to their mates. And why the fuck Michelle Mone and Doug Barrowman haven't been prosecuted.
Absolute clap 'em in irons to the adult who decided that letting their spawn tunelessly play a recorder in the supermarket was A Good Idea.
No one but Jeffrey Lewis would tour the UK and take in such towns as Eaglescliffe, Stroud, Falmouth and Worcester Go see him and hope he plays Cannibal Monkeys, you’ll not regret it
Bloke at bus stop has total Ex Bad Un vibes to him, probably called Chiv em Chas but is also engaging in a detailed conversation about "why the bus is on diversion".
After a fair bit of time in the garden continuing The War on Bamboo, current location is Postmans' Park quietly reading.
A delicate Lammas dress from 1902 by Gustav Beer, richly decorated with silken wheat stalks, for drinking chouchen and telling fortunes in an old country garden, as a great golden moon rises in the dark Breton sky.
And now talk at Benjamin Franklin's house. I mean I have asked his Mum if it's OK to come in and everything.
Always enjoy a pre auction mooch. Not seen Outlander ever (although been to various bits of location in passing)
It’s officially one month to publication day for Nobody’s Perfect: The Making of Some Like It Hot. If this sounds like something you would enjoy (or you know anyone who loves this movie) please do consider pre ordering from all the normal places!
Plans abandoned. Might see if I can wriggle in to the latest Spiderman film so that THE ENTIRE EVENING isn't wasted. I mean, I could have stayed working.
*kicks virtual bin at signalling failures* Not like I was actually planning on Doing Something tonight.
Oh let it frigging well rain/thunder as the humidity right now is Not Nice.
My great grandfather used to walk everywhere, apparently, but one time he got on a bus in the 30's after not having been on a bus for quite some time, handed over what had been the fee last time he'd ridden the bus, only for the conductor to tell him "Mafeking's been relieved, Sir."
Sandwiched on the train between Constantly Bashing Me woman and Fucking Arsehole With No Headphones man and I am Not In The Mood.
I came away w huge respect for Betty Rea who yanked the silver spoon from her kids’ mouths and set up a home in the countryside with her (female) partner looking after orphans and teaching art. She studied alongside Henry Moore and I loved the simple joys in her work.
And whatever abomination update has been released at work,it appears that Clippy The Sequel has now infected everything.