Marius Kiely

@mariuskiely.uk

Just a protocol droid from a galaxy far, far away... fluent in over six million forms of communication... (Huge Star Wars fan but also real person, London, Irish, pro-EU, LibDem, design, retail, LGBTQIA, arts, wanting to relocate to France.)

To Westminster hall, and there found Mrs. Lane, and by and by by agreement we met at the Parliament stairs and off to Stangate and so to the King’s Head at Lambeth marsh, and had variety of meats and drinks.

So, I've been working with a live site on #Shopify for a week now... and it is an unmitigated nightmare. I hate it. I'd go back to #Magento in an instant, if I could... 🙄 🤦‍♂️ 😣 Nearly everything I want to do, I have to buy an extra app for it... #Bandits

Aaargh... terrible insomnia... dawn starting to break... the Americans are still up on here of course, Europeans not up yet, unless they're terrible insomniacs, like me...

1825: A person of the name of Clay came to see me the 'Editor of the Scientific Receptacle' he stopt with me all the rest day he talked much of poetry & Poets but the latter were such names that nobody knew but himself the correspondents of Deweys Mathematical Companion &c &c - he told me an odd...

Brilliant letter from Stuart Thompson to Jeremy Clarkson about his comments that benefit claimants should write weekly thank you letters to tax payers detailing how they spend their benefits each week.

Really need to work this weekend and my router has crapped out on me... Got the laptop going through my phone at the mo but that's really going to eat up my monthly allowance and it's only the 1st of the month!! 🤔 🙄 😬 😒

I think the casual RefUKLtd voter (not the rabid die-hards) might have finally woken up to the fact that Fartage is a lying, grifting shyster...

Came Sir G. Carteret and we all looked into matters, and then by water back to Deptford, where we dined with him at his house, a very good dinner and mightily tempted with wines of all sorts and brave French Syder, but I drunk none.

The talk this day is of the great foot-race run this day on Banstead Downes, between Lee, the Duke of Richmond’s footman, and a tyler, a famous runner. And Lee hath beat him; though the King and Duke of York and all men almost did bet three or four to one upon the tyler’s head.