Cloud Licker

Please, if you decide to follow me, don't go on a 'liking spree'. It makes me weirdly anxious and I'll think you're a bot and will likely block you. Other than this, I'm really nice 😊

I think it's time for us to go* home. *run

Shirley Manson accepts the Best Song award for 'Stupid Girl' at the 1996 MTV Europe Awards.

Coffee break clouds be hanging out by the state line, turning holy water into wine this morning. (I nearly got blown away taking this picture)

Operation Hardheart is not as easy as you make it seem.

In my dream your facial features were a lava lamp. I leaned forwards to kiss your lips. "That's my fuckin' eyeball," said your wobbly, globulely mouth.

Bro

Monochrome Monday with shadow ribs.

One of the kids fell in a puddle today and had to get a change of clothes from the Lost Property box. Understandably, she didn't want to wear someone else's underpants. "I'll just have to go Ronaldo," she said bravely. She meant 'commando'.

I've been really excited about this bowl of homemade soup all day. It'll be the closest thing to a hug I'll get, plus the clocks going back an hour has played havoc with my hunger pangs.

Clouds be brewing for round two today. People run at the first sign of a storm, but what if they weren't afraid? The sun has never healed quite like a storm.

Just a gentle reminder that whatever your spiralling thoughts are telling you probably isn't true.

Drunk-watching 'Joker: Folie à Deux' is like watching Annie crash land into One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.

Day 2 of amber warning weather with a red warning in place for incoming Storm Austen. I've ventured out to check my sheep, but the roads are blocked by fallen trees, debris & abandoned cars. I'm heading home to hide and hope the power stays on. Please cheer me up if you can, it's pretty miserable.

Almost messaged to tell you, but then I remembered.

If you want me I'll be in bed watching When Harry Met Sally.

Bit drunk and floofing my shag.

Popped to the supermarket and it was filled with panic buyers. It was like Covid times all over again.

Friday Feelgood.

Just a gentle reminder that whatever your spiralling thoughts are telling you probably isn't true.

Edinburgh, Empire Theatre 👨🏼‍🎤

Today is dress down Friday, and the kids have come to school in fancy dress. On the digital timetable, our assembly is down as 'Fancy Ass'.

Gotta keep on keeping on.

Can't. Telling B-boy that I'll be kissing his feet and belly all through the night.

Ooft, that was a big sigh.

Led Zeppelin — Chateau Marmont, Los Angeles (1969)

Clouds be believing in miracles, words in heavy doses today.

My headache is still pretty bad, thanks for asking.

I need a bearded man to call me darlin' and tuck me into bed.

Remembering Tom Petty on his birthday. ❤️🎸❤️

I'm taking an extended lunch break today. I have the headache from hell and I feel like crying, which isn't very Bruce Willis of me at all.

I dreamt I stood up to teach my class and my voice launched into Cher mode from "Believe". Everyone started laughing and pointing. I tried to sip tea out of my mug in an attempt to stop the vocal gymnastics, but the tea morphed into molten hot cheese fondue. Tuesday.

I have mastered looking people in the eye and not hearing a single word they say.

In 1984 whilst in London filming ‘Brazil’ and after hearing “Robert De Niro’s Waiting…” — ROBERT De NIRO invited BANANARAMA for drinks at Kettners in Soho. Oh the 80’s.