Why am I arguing on X with a former member of the Revolutionary Communist Party? Because I am a bit drunk. I have been polite, but eff me; they were arseholes, they are arseholes, and they will be arseholes until the last syllable of recorded time.
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I wear a lot of wool. Not set fire to the kitchen for years now. Cats and hens can dispose of evidence: they are thorough but slow. Denizen of #Wulferhampton. In real world North West England. Mostly happy.
Jason Arday. It is possible to believe that: he is is a fantasist who has embellished his CV, and a number of his detractors are being less than honest about their motives. I don't like that he appears to have exaggerated and also the nature of the attacks. Sorry. Serious for a moment.
Keys. For a house I lived in over 20 years ago, and a deceased former neighbour.
𝔇𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔰 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱@pickpear.com · 2d agoTube of super glue that splits when you try and unscrew the top and then glues your fingers together.
Dinner was delayed as daughter wanted to finish piano practice. While waiting, Mrs Mac had a rather strong negroni. At dinner she called Farage a cunt quite a bit, and talked about sanitary towels and vaginas All while wearing a Breton top. I felt like I was in an episode of Fleabag. Send help.
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Just found a load of flying ants emerging Introduced them to the hens. The hens are having a fantastic time.
Day of celebration. Nearly 6 and I haven't shat myself of broken any glasses full of wine yet. I still have time.
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Today was a good day. Lazed around, did food shop, prepared dinner, ate it Then: Knocked over & broke a wine glass FULL OF WINE. Cleared up & about to dishes. Felt a fart coming Of the three states of matter, I thought I'd get gas: I got liquid. Nothing damages your dignity like shitting yourself.
Am still in Bloomsbury. Lying on bed and drinking fairly good manzanilla finished whisky while wearing a night shirt. Heaven knows why people accuse me of deliberate anachronism.
Now in V&A objects by request. Daughter requested to see the Fairy Queen's costume from a 1970 production of Iolanthe. We have just been warned that it may contain arsenic. Crikey!
Actual 13th century cauldron. Not got the sprouts on yet.
We are on our way to theV&A East. We have been directed through Westfield Shopping City. WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS?
Tomorrow I will meet my nephew and his girlfriend in the Lamb, Lambs Coduit street. Years ago i was in there and George Melly told me to fuck off. In fairness, I had just called him Roger. Can see his point: their names are spelt differently.
For those of us who had relatives who took the Sunday Post: this is where the magic happened.
Back in Gower St from trip to Tower. Popped in Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese. Feet are absolutely burning. God knows how far we walked. Still, at least I got a #shitbirdphoto. @wulfhelm.bsky.social
This room was rescued from a now demolished house in Birmingham. One family spent less that 30 seconds looking, before leaving with on person repeating "Birmingham" in an exaggerated brummie accent.
V&A. Interesting cock. Made of iron. I feel no need to explore the subject of an iron-hard cock any further since you all making beasts of yourselves.
@faradayinkernow.bsky.social I know your opinions on Ruprt the Bear. I don't think this will help. youtu.be/Csc6DPGnuzk?...
Pans People vs Jackie Lee- Rupert the Bear- video edit
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In New Statesman, Andrew Marr had a John Prescott story. Labour Party conference, late at night, Prescott bumped into Marr, jabbed his finger in his chest, "You fucking bastard! You bastard! I'll fucking have you!" Then went off. Marr confused. Seconds later Prescott appeared. "Sorry. Wrong bloke."
Brighter note. A short foray into the X-o-sphere. Took me less than two minutes to be blocked. I didn't swear, I was polite: I merely pointed out an error and suggested someone was too keen to be insulting. A personal best.
Quick moan. Work in public sector. On leave for two weeks. Was working until gone 7:30 tonight to make sure colleagues didn't have any loose ends while I'm away. All colleagues do this. Not expecting any medals, but anyone who says we piss off at 3 is a dick. Sorry. Back to normal now.
@faradayinkernow.bsky.social Looking for a recommendation. In London next week for many museums. Will have pint in Ye Old Mitre, but the food is pork pie related, so looking for historic/interesting pub that serves food in the vicinity. Went to Citie of York last year, so appreciate somewhere else.
At Mrs Mac's MRes graduation. They have these golf cart things on campus. I recon I could nick one and whack the accedown. They'd have to be walking reasonably fast to catch me!
I am, btw, preparing for an interview for a new job on Thursday. I am at the breakfast bar going through my behaviour examples and drinking wine. I am trying to show myself in a good light and not use any innuendo for at least an hour during the interview. I'm absolutely buggered, aren't I?
I'll be honest. I'm reasonably educated, politically engaged, not actually thick, but have no idea what economists do. I suspect spreadsheets & forecasts are involved, but it may as well be witchcraft in an unintelligible language. I wouldn't be too surprised if goat sacrifices were involved.
Spectator spreading rumours that the next PM is constipated.
