Juliet Brando

@sliderulesyou.bsky.social

Writer. Artist. Abominatrix. This is a place of comedy, cats, and silliness, with occasional hand-made imp-based jewellery and oddities.

I genuinely wonder what Jeremy Clarkson's feelings about climate change are now, since he's trying to run a farm. He can't believe that drought and fire are *all* the fault of immigrants and trans people.

Such a strange day. I was at work, then on public transport, then at home with housemates. Everyone I saw was far removed from the tragedy, yet with that feeling of shared experience: of connection when you catch an eye. The kind one gets from being in an awed crowd; but here of horror, disbelief.

"Took my pills today But I don't feel better In a funny sort of way When it's too hot for anything It's too hot to sleep Your mind runs down to where The river runs deep, and the Time goes Summertime slow And the world stops turning And you're dancing in limbo, limbo, limbo..."

Bill Oddie, what a lovely bloke. He wrote us a letter when we started making The Young Ones, wishing us the very best, and warning us against interference from higher up. He didn’t know anyone in the cast personally. It just came out of the blue. Lovely thing to do.

Backstory, from earlier this week: We need to talk about Grotbags. For my PeriFeral Imps polymer clay atrocities, I normally take nostalgic characters designed to be cute, and make them monstrous. This time, I've done the opposite...

never thought of it like that but you're right - each day becomes one to endure, hunkered down in our cave, maybe by 9pm we can open the curtains Don't like to wish life away but July 2026/COVID both draaaagged on & I just want(ed) them over