Dodgy ice cream van outside is playing "Que sera sera". It's giving me "Heathers" flashbacks.....

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The cinema sized screen in Spoons playing BBC 24 non stop is worthy of 1984. I’m almost surprised they haven’t started serving ‘Victory Gin’...

I don’t know how I got so claustrophobic about packed environments. I never used to be….

I do wish the collapse in insect biodiversity extender to the housefly….

Mark Fisher was mostly right aka why I can no longer accurately or adequately judge temporality from football and music... Which means my sense of space and time have collapse…

The way a cyberpunk dystopia isn’t experienced as a cyberpunk dystopia, is almost the most cyberpunk dystopia thing about it….

If Perla/Tyskie or Zywies were available on draught... it would be game over for Stella… I goddamn swear it….

All the Polish/Eastern European delis in Halifax/Bradford are just selling the same stuff I can get in Mcr. That wasn‘t the case last year. And my favorite place seems to have lost its alcohol license :(

Essentially the difference between Red Rose and White Rose semiotics in a single photo... Only the Stagecoach buses really double down on this stuff out of season in Mancunia…

A fine 45 minutes at the Grayston - but reality and time are scraping at the door…

Been in a fair few Torkshire conurbations over the last few days. Urbane and gentile during the day. Fucking terrifying at night…

Some people go to Aya Napa for their summer holiday. Or Berlin. Or Rome. Hello Bradford!!!!

Halifax is cool - but I’ve heard too much bad 70s rock today…,

I avoid booking.com on purpose as the unforgivable asshole who led the 2U/Trilogy/Manchester University ‘coding bootcamp’ Works for them. Just booked a room through a sock puppet website and it’s gone through those bastards. It seems active avoidance and distaste for these schiesters is not enough…

Back in Mancunia. Drunked. In German bar. Let’s recharge batteries and listen to Yegor….

The city ends where the wi-go days. Varied and varying boundaries. In the strangest places.

Had a decided languages were ‘me’ at high school... I’d have mastered the lot just watching Ninja Turtles….

I fear the reason my german listening is good as it is - without me working at it - is due to Dutch and German soft porn in the early 90s….

Made train. Without time for coffee or sarnies. This cramps my style. They’re playing ABBA in Spanish - on Spanish radio….

I'm not sure whether my slight sniffiness is viral, or pollen. The daylight hours shall reveal all....

It always struck me that referring to Ronald Reagan as "the great communicator" was as cognent, coherent and reasonable as referring to Trump as "The Great Intgrity" or "The Great Coherence". Oh, if peoples memories of things lived up to the inital illusion...

Trumps "big beautiful day" is going to be an anti-climax. When Reagan popped, I remember Sky News cutting straight out of their D-Day commemeration coverage....

Best city break I ever went on, I found my ex-boss was dead. I stopped what I was doing and threw a party. Not classy. But I regret nothing. And there are plenty of people on my exit party list....

Taking Mrs S on a city break tomorrow. I don't think we've had the pleasure for 7/8 years...

I imagine 30% of the people I went to school have no idea who the Sex Pistols are...

The words the used to be put out by my annoying, brown tonguing, game playing peers in my journals of choice are going to be fully replaced by their complete simulation. AI never gets old and ages with you....

Churchbells ring uselessly & I can't work out where. Coffee burnt papillae as numb as diabetic nostalgia. Made out the words under a thermonuclear sun. Bricks put up my an impotent superpower are being pulled down. I see vapour trails, she insists it's chemical. A housefly dances the funky Spandau.

Imagine 9/11 with smartphones? I imagine world war 2 with smartphones? Imagine the battle of the Somme, Paschendale... with smart phones? A camera attatched the gun like a bayonet... lights, camera, action... SHOOT... You won't have to imagine for long....

The desert of the real - we have adequate coffee.....

Sunday morning. The Telegraph. I can't help humming the musical coda to Monkeydust (it deserved as much love as Bluejam/Brasseye... if not more IMHO) over and over again....