Jason

@nickmotown.bsky.social

Musky sly old foxy stoat. ⚒️

"And you're definitely going to use MY name on the spine, yeah? You're not just going to make up any old bollocks, are you?" "Of course not. Trust me..."

A book titled Passionate Vegetarian, by Crescent Dragonwagon

I hear opinion is split in the England dressing room between those who want to listen to Calvin Harris and those who’d prefer Johnny Cash, stirring up yet another club vs country debate.

I fail to see how I'm routinely labelled as impatient when I spent six years working for a regional manager who would often start monthly meetings by saying “right, guys - let’s crack open some idea eggs and see what the yolks look like” without once violently attacking him.

Nobody ever tells you that such a massive part of your adult life will be spent waiting for the only other person in the house to move so you can get to the cupboard you need.

If you pick up a shell and hold it close to to your ear, you can hear the sound of a ballistics expert shouting at you for contaminating evidence.

My teacher brother has just informed me that his primary school kids now refer to anything shit or old fashioned as "Brexit". Which has made my morning.

[IN A TV DRAMA PRODUCTION MEETING] “So, this scene where she gets texted a vital piece of information - we could have it written out clearly on the screen, Sherlock-style, BUT, I say we go with a brief glimpse of her phone at a weird angle, so it’s impossible to read without pausing”