Huw Pritchard

@hpchap.bsky.social

TV show idea: Strychnine Come Dancing Contestants have to perform a dance routine despite uncontrollable muscle spasms from the lethal dose they were given by the producers beforehand. The winner receives urgent medical care.

I suppose that the problem with being a billionaire is where can you go after you've put chocolate chips and gold sugar ball things on your caramel shortbread? Nowhere, that's where and that's got to mess with your head.

I'd like to think that, long after we're dead and buried, the historical record will become so muddled that it's an accepted fact that Sherlock Holness was a saxophone playing detective who lived at 221B Baker Street.

Talking about films with my wife last night - specifically 'Licking Job'. It didn't ring any bells - but anyway, futuristic dystopia where everyone gets killed off when they hit 30 years old. Michael York and Jenny Agutter. That would be 'Logan's Run', then.

Grating onions - genuinely surprised it works. I'd say I'm a genius, but apparently other people have had the same idea too so it seems that I'm just slow to catch on.

A wet, white mush - not hugely different looking to stewed apple

What are the odds that four women, all called Kennedy, liked something I posted on the other place? And what's more, they all seem to be up for some fun, too. Who'd have thought?

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