Dave Lee

Never heard the term ‘copper-fasten’ before. I shall henceforth be utilising it as often as possible.

A decade old tweet, still going strong.

Impossible and unfair to pick one photo from Martin Parr’s incredible work but, for me, the Joan of Arc look of defiance on this lass’s face is unsurpassed. One of thousands of supreme images perfectly representing the working class of our nation.

Traditional ‘We’ve Been For Our Tree’ pic.

10 mins to kill, so I’ve popped down Hessle Foreshore only to find bridge, river and weather combining to gloriously moody effect.

I’ve got a bit of a frozen shoulder ailment going on at the minute. Never had anything like it before and it’s a right pisser. The only things I’ve found help are some exercises and wearing a fleece. I now spend my days wandering the house spinning my arms, dressed like a twat. Old age is shite.

Legacy You can ask any question in Hull

Now I’ve finally been accepted by the North London Media Elite, I’m seriously considering adding ‘urgent artistic presence’ to my business cards.

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Clearly the best path for the BBC is to tell Trump to fuck right off. Let’s see the stupid orange twat in court with his turkey wattle neck flapping.

YouTube video by Richard Whitehead Jake Thackray - The Remembrance

The greatest anti-war song ever written. The Remembrance by Jake Thackray.

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It’s not over until we’re all safe from the royal family. #NoMoreKings

My restaurant review in the Yorkshire Post today is Sebby’s in Pocklington and Pub of the Week is Spati in Hull.

My restaurant review in the Yorkshire Post today is Sebby’s in Pocklington and Pub of the Week is Spati in Hull.

French bloke on the news rocking the ‘CU Jimmy’ wig look.

Thatcher at 100: Lavish celebrations to mark the Iron Lady's life, leadership and legacy National treasures to sporting greats and politicians will commemorate what would have been Margaret Thatcher's 100th birthday with a celebratory dinner and other events.

Had my lavish celebration the day they put the fucker in the ground. news.sky.com/story/thatch...

Only partially true.

I’ve had a long, tragic run with Yorkshires. Today, that streak ends with some aplomb.

Found a simple device to stop 75% of the shouting in our house.

Been to Spurn. Primeval and glorious. And Spurn wasn’t bad.

It’s a long, proud tradition that I’m delighted to have finally been part of. She was adamant that I was supposed to buy her first pint. I quite simply told her to bollocks.

When me and the lad watched Taskmaster live at Glastonbury this year. Look at his little face. So happy. (Daughter was behind us somewhere, playing it cool.)

My daughter is 18 today and to celebrate me somehow keeping her alive to adulthood she’s bought me her first legal pint.

The pears on my tree are ripe. And fucking delicious.

Whatever you think of Starmer (and I’m far from his biggest fan), this sort of lying horseshit is precisely what every Labour government gets slung at them. Any form of left-wing politics - no matter how watered down and inadequate - is automatically maligned to beguile the minds of the gullible.

‘Alexa, define tragic.’

I quite like it when people have a little Union Jack next their usernames on social media. It means I can easily identify them as massive gammons and block them before things turn ugly.

To give you an idea of how cut off I sometimes am for the rest of the world, I only found out at 2PM that today isn’t a bank holiday. Until then, I’d been sat in my undies, eating leftover spaghetti and waiting for Escape To Victory to come on the telly. Now, I’ll have to do some actual work.

The Met Office Vs The Window.

Don’t worry, the superannuated Tory gobshite will easily cosplay his way out of this televisual dilemma.

The same spelling mistake was repeated on both sides of the van. Commerical suicide.

‘Destiny.’ Fucking hell. Can we not put an end to this absolute pish? Fuck monarchy. Into the sewer with the whole bag of arse.