Rob Manuel

I’m not ready yet. Ask me in five years and see. I still get a lot out of running b3ta/Fesshole etc and not into giving up because the world is dark and we’re all old as fuck

I now have rather a lot of membrillo. I just need some cheese to serve it with.

Yeah, I was in the popbitch world in 2000/2001

Which year was this party?

What I take from it, is they believe the only reality that matters, is the one you present on social media.

And I worry I post too much, but at least I'm not that far gone.

It's a quite difficult problem. Geolocating where you're posting from can be wrong for all sorts of reasons - people move over time, people use VPNs, and big accounts use clients like Hootsuite to manage posts. Boiling that down to one answer will produce many inaccuracies. Germany for b3ta? What?

ZX Spectrum version looked about right, but it was some sort of stupid walk about adventure. Not really sure what a game should be exactly, I want to laugh at jokes and enjoy spot on observational stuff, not literally be Snoopy.

The correct order to watch the Star Wars movies is 4.
Actually call that 1.
Actually call that Star Wars coz that was the name of film I watched in the 1970s, they retconned all that 4: A New Hope bollocks on later.

It's perfect for deceiving management "oh I said a few words, and a thing happened that I barely understand, and it looks much the same, perfect" but if you make a train track that's an inch wider, it'll look much the same and not fit the train.

Like prosecuting Al Capone for tax evasion I think the crime the authorities cared about is in the first sentence, rather than the second paragraph

sadly you can't take it as accurate as I've just tried it on accounts where I'm 100% where they are run from, because they're mine and it's wildly inaccurate. At best the code is making poor assumptions, at worst, it's deliberately chaotic disinformation.

But yeah, more jam, some membrillo to have with cheese. I reckon boiling up a few quinces is something you could do to sell houses. The smell is absolutely divine.

I’ve got a nice batch of apples off my partner’s sister’s tree - fun to do something with them

Okay, you’re not gonna get it. It’s “Rob in quince” aka @robinince.bsky.social

Puzzle time - who am I?

I actually got an anon note the other day telling me to stop wasting my time making jam and make a third Fesshole book. Well sod you mate, I’m now making apple wine.

Had to google “real tennis” that’s how out of touch with posh things I am.

I kinda like publishing the ones that wind up the car shaggers

14 year old son just did an insult at me that made me laugh out loud: “old man, show us your landline”

It should be like jury service. “Mate, I can’t finish the spreadsheet until next month. I’ve got two weeks compulsory centre forward at Charlton Athletic.”

I guess people who know him from PiL more than (like me) know him for Visions Of You and the Orb track

Can’t they get Aziz Ibrahim to sub?

Ordered the pizza with no tomato on it again like an idiot. They should be on a different bit of the menu with guard rails on it.

Going to see Cast do a gig tonight which isn’t technically anything to do with The Stone Roses but I suspect it will have the highest concentration of middle aged men a bit sad about Mani in one place tonight.

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the new fesshole call for content text is going well

It's possible it's a commercial decision but it's also possible that listening to 101 takes of Not Guilty and making the absolute best decision that'll make everyone happy is hard and very tiring, and also multiply by a big number.

I've quite honestly lost track of what is unheard and not. There's been rather a lot of outtakes in the reissues, so I'm actually quite happy to just give it a listen and hear it like a slightly ramshackle but charming Beatles gig.

I liked a fan theory I read once that Columbo is a God who knows everything, but his job on Earth is to manipulate the murderer into revealing enough evidence that they can be convicted in this life, as well as judged in the afterlife.

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