Excited that tonight I will dine on proper Nytol. All the sleep I will have!
Excited that tonight I will dine on proper Nytol. All the sleep I will have!
Did indeed. Yours "Historically Troubled..."?
Hi-di-hi-di-hi..
Well, not my dad, obviously..
I think this must be a pisstake
Chilli?
Just saw someone refer to Cheryl Hines as The Marvelous Mrs. Measles and 💀💀💀💀💀💀
Came for the Moss and Roy
Ohhh.... 🤔
I knew this. It's my own fault.
I'm not sanguine about winter coming.
But at what cost, one hour lie-in, what cost?
It's a breakfast food, no-one is buying avocado for their tea.
I gently squeezed them all to check.
They were "ready to eat". I didn't think it meant that second.
No. Fridge.
Avocado record: bought yesterday, black today 🙌
Not terrifying.
Got lectured in Morrison's for my snowball melon not having a barcode "for future reference". I did not think this was my responsibility.
🎶ain't nothing but a heartache, ain't nothing but a piss take"🎶
'Tis my birth month #getmeapresentonmybirthday
"press the hashtag"
🙌 yes
Blimey
7p? That seems an awful lot.
Yes! Still a badger fan.
Much too late for me, my boyfriend videos them when we stay there. Sadly, my mum hates them. They tear up the lawn.
I saw one for the first time in Leicester on my run. I stopped and stared and just looked at the man in front of me and went "I've never seen a badger before...". Bit blasé since as my dad feeds them and they come into the garden.
I am very clear now, to be clear.
One great thing about listening to Adam Buxton's podcast is that it really hammers home which one is Adam and which one is Joe. I struggled for so long.
I enjoyed "ways"
Which, in practice, means shouting "dreamie-meamies" and seeing what happens.
4 minutes and I will have to be brutal.
Tips on cat removal gratefully received.
Right, everyone stop posting, I need to get up and do my washing.
No! You'll have a lovely time, I guarantee.
I endorse this message.
Oh blimey! It was supposed to be the summer of Emma too. I've been sitting here like an idiot waiting for the rain to stop.
Had a look, for old time's sake.
No, we sneaked in. Accidentally parked round the corner from Morrissey's house.
I didn't think Altrincham could get posher. I was wrong.
Sad, yes. I had Miss Hatch whose tights were all holey. She'd leap on the desk like a dog, screaming "canis latrat!" and, invariably, would need the assistance of the caretaker to find her car. Every day.
I most certainly am not!
I feel that his reaction to actual Frank might be similar to when I tried to introduce Vic and Bob to an American friend. The MasterChef one. He was very upset.
I think I might have mentioned this before, but weird to hear Marc Maron reference Frank Sidebottom when he's so woven into North-West culture. Only in passing but still weird.
I'd like to see him with all them XL Bullies with halos. And stick a Capt Tom in there.
Is he dead?
Devastated to discover that I have accidentally bought something called "mid-strength wine"
Huge babies. Hot drinks, also.
@magichatgrok.bsky.social just discovered Cowards. Much better than I thought it was going to be!
I don't think I kicked him hard.
I also have this. Just one of the managers never spoke to me again. I also kicked my own manager (not proud of this) and declared him the "biggest wanker I've ever met". I dreaded the Monday. I gave out boxes of Celebrations to apologise. Which seems deeply inappropriate. I think I was spiked?
Christmas Children's Kidneys with icing sugar.
So don't feel bad and my comments are the measured and restrained version of what I'm actually thinking. The information is there for them.
They can't absolve themselves of any responsibility for understanding what's going on. It's within the capability for anyone to engage in critical thinking about what they're presented with. It's so obvious what's going on.
😆
I hope they were Koka, the king of noodles. Well, those and the Nissen spicy ones.
With superficial damage.
It's coming. Been over Horwich.
"best deals are on the app when you log in!" *Downloads app, displays in USDs* "would you like to change to £s?" "Yes please!" "Please be aware this will log you out"
Teeth is a bit of a sore subject! I suppose yes is the answer!
How much? Or chizzet, should I say....?
I don't know what's up with East Midlanders and their crusty cobs. Is it genetic?
Yes. What comes next? 🤨
No... I was delighted with my mug in the shape of a toilet with extra stab marks where the donor's kid got hold of it. Second only to the year when a colleague gave me a frame with a picture of HIMSELF wearing a Morrissey t-shirt.
Actually, more "temperament" than "age".
They should put me in a war. I'm fighting age, I'd be brilliant.
I changed phones. I really am quite stupid, aren't I?
My phone is a little bit like my house..
I have so much shit downloaded on my phone and I need to find my HRT certificate. I cannot find my HRT certificate... 😡
I have quite a good relationship with Smokie, though.
I know the local cats to nod to, but only know one's name. Am working on the rest...
Why do you think OP is not allowed the fat?
I really want to sleep but have the theme tune from Alan Partridge at the Oasthouse going round and round and round...
A naughty bird or squirrel, chomping on berries in a tree, just covered me in juice....
Saving for later. Mildly excited!
Putting aside my thoughts as a veggie, why do you let your husband control what you eat?
This will ease the last day of Bank Holiday, at least...
😆
Eggs by electrical goods 😳
Nothing says I love my country more than a shitty polyester flag, bought on an American tax dodging website, made in China
I stand corrected. That seems leftfield to me, however.
So...to regroup and visit a local festival and get my face painted like a tiger (dependent on quantity of alcohol consumption).
♥️
He absolutely broke my heart.
I suppose the weird heat isn't helping (assuming Leicester the same as here).
Yes, I was going to say. ALWAYS near the bread.
It's just a cold.... (Sarcasm, this is what I hear from people who are, of course, younger than me). Hope you feel better.
If I'm not hungover these days (which if I'm careful I'm not really, but that's because I can no longer handle it, regrettably) I'm just absolutely exhausted. That's my form of a hangover these days.
Oh dear. Never had one, nothing to suggest....
Pathetic and vain fightback against a Bank Holiday weekend's excesses...
I could unfollow and re-follow. So that's one, if it helps?
See also, Hotspur Press in Manchester.
We actually do have one..
I would not like to suggest that I'm a connoisseur... Just the instant crap. Sorry if I have disappointed...
Which I'm rapidly falling out of love with, though.
Except alcohol, of course.
