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Which in a strange twist of fate, means he could potentially now be under my greenhouse.

I can’t be sure but I think I overheard someone say it was absolutely full of kilts.

Where’s Nichola’s book about the deep state and big camper? That’s what I want to know.

**** ‘em!

Field research, when I worked in a posh restaurant, the smallest thing we killed in a microwave was a wasp.

I noticed this evening my local record shop has 4 versions in stock, each with 1 different track on it. Personally, as someone happy not to be a completist, part of me thinks best of luck to her if some tube decides they need to buy all versions. But by the same token, it does actually suck, and hoovers up industry capacity and kids spending money she really doesn’t need. So I’m stuck somewhere between it being fine, and it being selfish and greedy.

Yeah, I saw it

Don’t forget, you aren’t allowed to compare him with a Nazi, it’s only allowed the other way around.

Now that’s a photo…

Very similar vibe, but then I guess its literally a similar thing, Victorian workers terraces placed on cheap uneven land close to the jobs on the water. And all those ‘salt of the earth / he loved his mum’ scallywags. I love the urban geography of places like Liverpool. Its always the same, the shittest housing is long gone, the poor housing is still there for the workers walking to the jobs at the ends os the streets. Then, as the land and the aspect improves the houses get larger, gardens appear, ornamentation, parks, wider roads, tree lined pavements for the managers and the council staff.

It’s a Poundland Barry Island and I have never given it enough attention to spot the spelling.

Laurence Fox? He’s the bloke that demands more respect for the english flag and has called for a boycott of Nike, yeah?

He’ll eventually wash up on Breen Sands to be met by some old fella in speedos and cowboy boots repeatedly shouting ‘Shithouse!’ at the clouds.

Both still pro independence.

I must have given this anecdote a dozen times over the years, but just in case I haven’t, here’s the latest version: We had ourselves a little gang on the island when we were kids, we definitely saw ourselves as a separate tribe. I sort of grew up, a couple of them didn’t. To the point where once they were old enough to have a car, they were once stopped by the police. Police looked in the boot, and there were petrol bombs. What are these for, asks Mr Police. Now, if I had been there I’m pretty sure my answer would have been “what the bloody hell are they, who’s put them in my bloody car, someone’s going to get a slap for this!” Jeff’s answer (we’ll call him Jeff, cos that’s his name) was “I was gonna bomb Butlins”. If I put an x somewhere on that map of my choosing, do you agree to stand there at high tide?