Watching a show about the stone circles of Orkney and it's a sad reminder of how brilliant a presenter Neil Oliver is. Before he outed himself as a fundamental thoroughbred megacunt.
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Northern, unconcluded polymath. Iambic Pentathlete. L5 9SR. Good first touch for a big man. I once saw Dr Feelgood, he told me everything was alright. No AMs https://www.youtube.com/@treacadelic?sub_confirmation=1
Got a cold. Nothing major. Just a cold. I mean, it would kill off three marines but it's just a cold. Anyway, one cup cafetiere, a thumb size piece of chopped ginger, two slices of lemon and a splodge of hot honey. Whoa momma. Spicy, nicey, drink it twicey.
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.
That rapping science teacher is fantastic. Using modern methods to get kids more interested in learning is brilliant. But I am sick and fucking tired of hearing BIO-LO-GICAL CAT-A-LYST on my TV. Have a few days off eh lads?
Awww. Franco Baresi man. One of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots. Him and Maldini were the elitest of elite defenders.
What a beautiful day. Cuppa tea in the garden. Utterly glorious.
For those blues hoping we will get Eddie Howe as manager sometime soon, let me taper that silver lining with the dark cloud that would mean gurning TurboTexan Jason Tindall would be stalking the Dicky Hill touchline wearing his Nil Satis Nisi Limelight undies.
Just watched 5 mins of wheelchair basketball. Didn't see one wheelchair being thrown through a hoop. They used a ball!! I'm sick of being lied to. I'm phoning childline.
Twee is becoming dull as fuck. Copy. Add a filter (metaphorically speaking.) Paste.
Clippers sorted. I was starting to look like Ted Danson. Back to looking like an Eastern European football thug again. #SaprtakMostroke #HeadjustSplit #StrokiBrijeg
That's a pretty sweet seam of tunes right there boy. Ideal fodder for a Tuesday afternoon at the coalface.
Why are we only ever linked with wingers??? There's no point having wingers if the strikers are shite and the full backs are as effective as inflatable dart boards. #fuckoffosman
That Javier Milei is a fucking mess isn't he? How can you have a president who looks like a long distance lorry driver from Barnsley who does Elvis tribute nights at the weekend? "Thee's only one King, son. Elvis Errrron Prezzleh!" *makes sign of the cross*
Scrolling through some Instagram reels and I'm quite frankly dismayed by how many were using the Crayola penned Rockstar by Canadian twatrockers Nickelback. I thought we'd fucked that shit into the surface of the sun? I'm angry now. Fierce angry. Might one bomb the postman.
Someone put the Sebastian Vettel on. Be arsed getting up but I need a cup of the finest Earl Grey available to mere non royals.
Merlin Röhl is different, isn't he? In the same way Leighton Baines is. Can't imagine him watching Love Island and I'm sure Drake is low on his listening list. I like it. I sense a lot more in common with him than the rest of the squad. Go ed la.
Awww. Bill Oddie la. Check out his music if you can. Genuinely talented muso and songwriter. Way beyond Gibbons. Funky or not.
I'm having my own Mexican stand off. Need sleep. Need a pee. Need tea. Who will win? Place bets now.
Every day is a reminder that I have a face for voiceovers
I love prog There, I've said it. As a 15 year old lad learning guitar I wanted to be Steve Howe. As a 53 year old fossil trying to overcome a stroke, I want to be Steve Howe. Consistent through me like a seam of iron ore. Or a little stick of Blackpool (prog) rock.
Oh holy fuck. King Crimson, I Talk To The Wind, sung by Guy Garvey and Gruff Rhys. Those voices are incredible together.
They're playing And You And I by Yes. Full orchestra and it sounds weedy as fuck compared to how Yes played it live. Shows how good they were in their pomp.
Prog proms on the Beeb la. Peter Hammill amd Van der Graaf Generator were a big part of my adolescent years. Genius of a man.
Rain! Actual motherjeffin rain. Life giving liquid from sky doth tumble.
Insomnia has left me exhausted all week. So, of course, weekend arrives and I am as awake as a Bolivian airport sniffer dog, as soon as daylight cracks the curtain edge.
Just weighed myself. 95.8kg. And, YES, I did loudly sing an old school Radio Merseyside jingle in the bathroom as I saw the final figure.
One month of streaming pretty much nothing but football and the first time back doing my normal stream felt like a completely different set up. So weird. Only been using this set up for 3 years like!
Hit a wrinkle in recovery today. I think sometimes I need to remind myself exactly how bad the stroke was and that I'm not fucking Superbastardingman.