Louise Paterson

@louisep.bsky.social

Middle aged and hot. Not in a good way. Woke lefty. Chronic overthinker. Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.

Once again for those at the back: ‘Don’t speak ill of the dead’ is about your great aunt Elsie, who liked a long gin with a short tonic at elevenses, and blew your inheritance money betting on the horses. Speaking ill of absolute monsters is a moral obligation, actually.

Happy Friday. I’m in Nimes for the weekend with my eldest. The Cure are playing in this amphitheater this evening. We’re not seeing them until Sunday, but we’re going to listen tonight with a Hugo spritz or two from just outside.

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Walked to the gym today for my class because I’m trying to make sensible choices. As a reward, I’ve stopped on the way home for a cheeky solo cocktail. There’s only so much sensible a person should attempt on a Monday.

A delicious tequila sunrise

Watching Trump try to get into the World Cup photo, then shuffle off because no-one was paying attention to him, was the perfect ending to this evening.

Tired of the fact that a single post threatening Farage is prioritised by BBC when women MPs get daily threats of rape and murder. Any investigations? Arrests? News coverage? Farage was losing traction- victimhood is the next strategy of a desperate grifter; a tried and tested right wing trope.