Is there any chance we could start a campaign for the manufacturers of tights to put the colour of the tights on the label? When I’m getting dressed at 7am, it is not reasonable to expect me to differentiate navy from black.

@niroads.bsky.social I was out with friends tonight and we got to discussing you. You have quite the fan club (at least, among my friends), as it turns out. I threw in the fact that I actually know you in real life, and I am now revered.

Why does Facebook suddenly have all those wee questions after the posts? I feel like I’m doing a primary school comprehension.

Dear Manager,

1. I drank a whiskey drink.
2. I drank a vodka drink.
3. I drank a lager drink.
4. I drank a cider drink.
5. I sang the songs that remind me of the good times; I sang the songs that remind me of the better times.

INSTEAD OF DEPRESSION try calling it hibernation. Imagine the darkness is a cave in which you will be nurtured by doing absolutely nothing. Hibernating animals don't even dream. It's okay if you can't imagine spring. Sleep through the alarm of the world. Name your hopelessness a quiet hollow, a place you go to heal, a den you dug, Sweetheart, instead of a grave. Andrea Gibson

Feeling this very much today. Via poetryisnotaluxury on Instagram.

Sorry to hear that Wesley. Look after yourself.

Word of the Day is one I keep posting at the end of the year, hoping its time will come.

‘Respair’, from the 16th century, is fresh hope, and a recovery from despair.

Here’s to a few drops of respair in 2025.