Lisa Riemers
@lisariemers.bsky.social
User-centred accessible content design, communications, community, intranet and digital workplace shenanigans. Bringing people together in pubs in SE London #ItsPubOClock. Artist who frequents the London Colour Walk.
Now also available on the website with a load of pictures to look at while it plays. Like really shit TV. Thanks to @lisariemers.bsky.social for the snap! deserter.co.uk/2026/07/pubc...
Pubcast: East Dulwich Dilletantes – Deserter
An afternoon in SE22 talking crisps, pubs and potatoes.
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NEW: Deserter Pubcast East Dulwich Dilettantes. In which we drink beer, eat crisps and try to work out who’s Prime Minister. Out now wherever you get your podcasts.
So far, the most common uses I've had for "seems like AI slop" on LinkedIn are all the bullshit promoted ads with AI-sloppy-graphics selling some sort of bullshit
New Pubcast: The familiar ground of an afternoon in the pub, chuffing on about the usual old balls. 📸: @lisariemers.bsky.social
Pubcast: East Dulwich Dilletantes
An afternoon in SE22 talking crisps, pubs and potatoes
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They say that "all roads lead to Rome", but I drove along the A53 last week, and ended up in Shrewsbury. Talking out of their arse.
...and 2 minutes of joyful sunshine and rowing. Next time, this could be YOU (we are very friendly and welcoming to newcomers)
Funniest thing I've read in a long time. Seriously. You need to read this.
Hello new followers! I've removed the paywall from this piece, which is a chapter from my novel Villager, told entirely in the form of an online village message board. If you like it, you'll probably like the book. If you don't, you probably won't... www.tom-cox.com/the-village-...
in Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen sings "before you came into my life I missed you so bad", implying that the Canadian pop starlet doesn't experience time in a linear fashion. the subsequent line "and you should know that" implies she is frustrated with our limited mortal perception
Must feel so good for text after you hit ctrl-x, floating in liminal space, before ctrl-v thrusts it back onto the desolate page
One can only imagine the eventful back story which led to this particular amendment.
Walking through the Pride Zero Flags Project on Museumplein. Each flag marks one of the countries where homosexuality is still criminalised, every pole ribboned in mourning, every plinth naming the penalty. A sobering reminder that for too many worldwide, the fight for rights remains existential.
Note from my notebook from 2016 which I find has only grown in pertinence in the intervening decade.
Biggest day in our pub calendar happens tomorrow: Shirk, Rust and Pray. Simple idea - one bus going between some local pubs. Beer and bus venn diagram realness! Starts lunchtime ish with the first bus from ours at 1pm… see you all tomorrow!
It feels like if you resign from a post and immediately announce your decision to apply for that post your resignation shouldn’t be accepted in the first place.
Got myself a heat gun to strip paint. After the home project was done, used it to air fry foods at 600° C in just seconds. Heat gunned sweet fruit (peaches, bananas) are now my favourite snack. Boredom is the father of invention.
I run an elicit business supplying boots to footballers who want to improve their shooting accuracy after a game has gone to extra time. Yes, I'm a penalty shoe tout.
WAITER: and what can I get you? ME: *tossing menu like a frisbee* I'll have the larger font please
On the Thameslink today I had to flip airplane mode on and off again to get enough reception to send a text message on WhatsApp
"The internet has become so obsessed with outcomes that it's forgotten that creative people actually love creating things." -Susannah Freisen
I’ve just realised. You know in Rentaghost they would hold their noses as they teleported from one place to another? This was probably to avoid the acrid stench of rotting human flesh as they traveled through the dimension of the damned wasn’t it? Bit much for a kids show isn’t it? Makes you think…