Gary Brannan

Of course he definitely wasn’t pissed, the police did a breathalyser, and furthermore it’s purely coincidental that he did a police benefit gig not long afterwards.

Also, you will note that no plaque exists commemorating the location where Russell Tovey fucked a fish. #StillBitterAboutThoseHoursIWillNeverGetBack

Nobody expected this to last SEVENTEEN YEARS so fair enough, really. Although part of me did imagine that it might still be around in the far distant future, the subject of myths and speculation as to who or what was being commemorated here. This IS a place of honour, after all.

Wednesday

Rod Hull (it is him), Emu, Grotbags and that camp robot in the Pink Windmill.

Yet more problems in the UK caused by windmills

Yet more problems in the UK caused by windmills

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They could at least get back to me with some notes on how I could have interviewed better

Yet more problems in the UK caused by windmills

Thomas the Tank Engine, passing a windmill (it's less painful than it sounds)

"They have windmills everywhere and their trains have faces. It's terrifying."

Amused at Trump saying ‘We’re not dealing with Winston Churchill’ about Starmer. No, if you were dealing with Winston Churchill we’d have already have been fighting a war for two years before your lot even turned up, you scabby orange dough ball

IS TONTY BLAIR BEHIND THIS

Harry Secombe flirting with Bruce Forsyth - The Harry Secombe Show 1969

Monday does the heavy lifting. There has to be a Monday to start the week. It takes this on with an honest gruffness. It knows its shit but gets on with it. I respect that.

Tuesday however is a weak skinny little bully hiding behind Monday who comes along and kicks your shins for no reason.

Monday would be tolerable if we just had Monday. But no. We have to have Monday Eve and Boxing Monday either side.

Tuesday

Should have ended with the lion turning to the camera, blinking with bright white eyes through the shit, declaring ‘of course, you realise - this means war!’

“What are you, some kind of cunt?” lives rent free in my head.

Cartoon: Mr Tourette, Master Signwriter. A bizarrely drawn man in a beret stands outside a church. A vicar says “Hello Mr Tourette, could you paint a banner for the church fete?” Mr Tourette says “Yeah, but I want the money upfront”. Later, we see he has draped an enormous banner that says “Spunk Drinking Festival” across the scene. The vicar says “Oh my Christ, this isn't what I wanted”, and Mr Tourette responds “Make your mind up you fickle cunt”

Cartoon: Mr Tourette, Master Signwriter. A bizarrely drawn man in a beret stands outside a house. A woman says “Mr Tourette could you paint a For Sale sign for my house?” He says “of course” Later... a huge sign reads “WHORE”. She says “Oh my God, this is not what l wanted”. He says “what are you, some sort of cunt? I still want paying”

Cartoon: Mr Tourette, Master Signwriter. A bizarrely drawn man in a beret stands by a plane. One of a group of people says “aah Mr Tourette, we need a brand new livery for our executive city flier jet service, we're looking for a solution that will work for the international market”. Mr Tourette says “you're talking my language”. Later... he has painted SEX TOURISTS and a swastika on the side of the plane. Customer: “Oh my fucking Christ”. Mr Tourette: “I know what you're thinking, 'a bit gloomy'”

Cartoon: Mr Tourette, Master Signwriter. A bizarrely drawn man in a beret stands by a ship. A man says “Mr Tourette could you paint "The Good Queen Esmeralda's Tour of the World on the side of my boat?” “of course”. Later, the boat is emblazoned with “the Queen's cunting boat”. Customer: “Oh my God, this isn't what I wanted”. Mr Tourette “Listen you cunt, you're going to have to be a bit more fucking specific”

I watched that SNL sketch, but I didn’t join The Discourse because the only thing that popped into my head was this, from @moderntoss.bsky.social but then this morning I thought “you know, actually…”

Monday

BlueSky: the social media network for kids who were excited when it was a Wet Playtime.

For all the others learning Welsh out there!
Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus!

To the tune of ‘Seven Nation Army’.

Yes I’m thinking of chants for all of them, what of it?

Wut

“At least I died on the job!”

The sort of far future where everyone wears flares and tabards

It’s absolutely shoving against the budget and the ‘stick a mic stand in the studio and if it doesn’t cast a shadow it’s fine’ approach to production. It’s, what, 40 years too early?

DID YOU….BETRAY…..ME?!?

Darrow going Full Darrow

Oh yeah, it’s very much ‘ambitious sci fi made with the z cars budget’