Huw Pritchard

TWO different bars on Formentera, within an hour of each other - and I heard @jyotimishra.bsky.social in each. Is he just following me every time I go on holiday now?

TV show idea: Strychnine Come Dancing Contestants have to perform a dance routine despite uncontrollable muscle spasms from the lethal dose they were given by the producers beforehand. The winner receives urgent medical care.

@jimmfelton.bsky.social this brings back memories of things from long, long ago. www.youtube.com/shorts/oCmpX...

I think we need to arrange some sort of care package for @bestofdyingtwit.bsky.social - the next 24 hours are going to be pretty hectic for them I imagine.

Hurtling towards Málaga airport at 5am in a rather tired Toyota Corolla with the engine light on. Last thing I expected was to hear was Your Woman by @jyotimishra.bsky.social Still a great tune.

6:15, and I'm doing myself a cooked breakfast. Well. Toast. But I think it qualifies.

I suppose that the problem with being a billionaire is where can you go after you've put chocolate chips and gold sugar ball things on your caramel shortbread? Nowhere, that's where and that's got to mess with your head.

I'd like to think that, long after we're dead and buried, the historical record will become so muddled that it's an accepted fact that Sherlock Holness was a saxophone playing detective who lived at 221B Baker Street.

Talking about films with my wife last night - specifically 'Licking Job'. It didn't ring any bells - but anyway, futuristic dystopia where everyone gets killed off when they hit 30 years old. Michael York and Jenny Agutter. That would be 'Logan's Run', then.

Grating onions - genuinely surprised it works. I'd say I'm a genius, but apparently other people have had the same idea too so it seems that I'm just slow to catch on.

The Stranglers and Air Supply The Cardigans and Bare Naked Ladies Queen and Republica

I wonder what percentage of the world's keytars are currently in Malmo? #eurovision

Just walked straight past the opticians on the way for an eye test.

What are the odds that four women, all called Kennedy, liked something I posted on the other place? And what's more, they all seem to be up for some fun, too. Who'd have thought?

I remember my wife bumping into Ian Lavender on holiday. She had no idea who he was, and just talked to him about omelettes. She said he seemed nice.

@ewacat.bsky.social This you?

Christmas is officially over now. (I've run out of the good cheese)