Rhinestone Browboy

Plans to take the afternoon off look a bit scuppered by my complete failure to do any work this morning. In my defence, I have the world's mildest lurgy.

Imagine being so popular you need to categorise your notifications...

Making good progress on this. Beard is now visible if I look down. Keeps catching my eye.

A solid two-thirds of the “here’s what you need to know about _______” articles I see could safely be left blank.

Don’t know how much damage the wind did overnight, but I do know there’s a lot less clematis out the kitchen window.

Baileys Irish Cream gets earlier every year.

Dad outside gents: Did you wash your hands? Young boy (10?) holding up begloved hands: I just kept my gloves on.

Glasgow, your weather is leaking.

My weariness amazes me.

Me: I will read Moby Dick, a tale of adventure, obsession and derring-do on the high seas. Herman Melville: Lemme tell you about the colour white. Maybe sit down for this.

Magniloquent. What a word.

Add to your to-watch pile.

I was three weeks old during this episode. #totp

The monitor doing the PET/SHOP/BOYS screensaver in green text 🧡 ❤️ 🥰 #totp

Been buying rather than streaming music for almost two years now. Mostly eBay and charity shop CDs to rip and pass on, Bandcamp and other digital purchases where needed. Tomorrow may be the first time I walk into a shop to buy a new CD - can't see a better way to get Raye's My 21st Century Blues.

Here's another for you

Guide to UK weather warnings: Red: Go nowhere Amber: Go nowhere unless you have to. Yellow: Go nowhere without checking to see if this has changed colour.

First James Bond film I have clear memories of is Moonraker - loved the space bits. That would have been on telly when I was five or six. I have a vague recollection of the woman being painted gold in Man With The Golden Gun though. Anyway, that concludes my application to be the next James Bond.

Okay, now I need to watch Ronin again.

About a third of the way through Moby Dick. I assume this is some kind of record?

TV to myself for a few hours tomorrow. Thinking to finally watch I Saw The TV Glow. Then hopefully follow up with Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma over the weekend.

Maybe we could stop doing things we have to deal with.

"Still thinking about your stay?" Nope.

Been reading Moby Dick and honestly, makes it hard to get excited about sitting down at a desk to go tippy-tap on a keyboard all day. Where's my harpoon? My crew? Or my round watery world to swim in?

We now have a conjunction of olive oil, coffee, laundry pods and spreadable butter. There is wailing. Garments rend themselves. The trolley total pulls itself ever upwards.

“The room feels a little empty without you!” emails the clingiest hotel in the world the day after a one-night stay.

"also known as Alias" is what would happen if I had to come up with a fake name in a hurry.

This is very cool. A sign which, if the other signs work, nobody will ever see.

“The internet is a store but it used to be a library” hits me like a slug to the chest

Spelling mistake in my first ever FixMyStreet submission. Mortified.

Love the way the cat hears the food go into the timed feeder and then looks at me for a few seconds to see if I’m going to fetch it for him before stomping off.

On consideration, I think Whalefall is the best film you could make largely set inside a whale. I enjoyed it, but there’s a feeling it has one hand tied behind its back.

I used to think this, but finding traitors signals faithfulness and avoids banishment?

Chasing Amy for Tax Purposes?

You might think middle-class knowledge workers wouldn’t be good at DIY, but I’ve just found the perfect empty Otto Lenghi jar to put under a slowly dripping pipe.

Saw this, thought “who the hell is David Benedictus?” and went down a rabbit hole. Then I got stuck in a rabbit hole as I had eaten too much honey. Was completely unaware of the authorised follow-ups.