Dan

Ok, fine, I've got a spare ten minutes, I'll fix Welsh rugby. As you probably haven't seen, because it only leaked five minutes ago, and you (probably) don't care about Welsh rugby as much as I do, Warren Gatland is gone - the most successful coach in Welsh hist...

Had ten minutes, fixed Welsh rugby: www.linkedin.com/pulse/ok-fin...

I’m just a boy, standing in front of the internet, asking it to aim for a 65 degree internal temp for its turkey this year.

@jafa22.bsky.social Jack! DiP is back!

Every ‘how to draw a thing’ tutorial ever:

Steps 1-9: draw some simple shapes
Step 10: draw the thing

The Holiday is, by a distance, the worst film I watch regularly*. What is, by a distance, the worst film YOU watch regularly**?

*every Christmas. It’s tradition.
**doesn’t have to be at Christmas

Has anyone wearing a tweed blazer at 3pm ever not been drunk?

Sort of. Halfheartedly.

Jack! You’re here!

Anyone who says Die Hard isn’t a Christmas film hasn’t watched Die Hard.

Lots of fun coming up with some merch ideas for Negroni Breakfast!

TLDR: Negroni Breakfast merch now exists, thanks to @balconyshirts.co.uk, and it’s for an excellent cause. So go buy!

And when you do that, you'll be supporting the Living Wage Foundation and Child Poverty Action Group, so everyone wins, but particularly people who don't get paid enough, children who are living in poverty, and you (you get a hat).

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Look at that. How cool is that?

There is no better feeling, no greater achievement, than smashing a two-person flat-pack on your own.

There are many reasons for dissatisfaction with the bill that passed today, but this isn’t one of them.

I am increasingly of the view that Melvin winning #ImACeleb is what the country/universe needs.

Some are. Depends on the targeting.

This is something I believe we need to resolve if we’re ever going to call ourselves truly humane: when the law conflicts with the principle of doing no harm, we have an issue. But this law, this bill… It’s not the one.

Many people, including @hugorifkind.bsky.social and @ianleslie.bsky.social, have written powerfully in opposition of this bill - and I stand with them. On this bill. But not on the principle.

But - and here’s the kicker - I see how complicated a statement (no pun intended) that last point is. Assisted dying is hard. I do, fundamentally, think that people being able to choose to die with dignity is something worth fighting for. But I don’t think it should be a fight that’s fought quickly.

I also, more controversially, think that, by and large, if people don’t want to be around anymore, because being around hurts too much, then the state shouldn’t stand in their way.

I don’t believe that should happen. And I don’t think that’s controversial.

Assisted dying has always been framed in the context of an ostensibly healthy chap with great teeth who wants to fly to Switzerland to milkshake his way off this mortal coil. But it trickles down to a point where a family has to watch their dad fall apart because morphining him off would be a crime.

…Those are for another thread.)

We spent that week in limbo. Knowing he was gone, but waiting for him to go. Hoping he wasn’t suffering, but - and here’s the kicker - having no way of dealing with it if he was. (There were other stories, involving horror ex-wives (not my mum), sisters (mine) being legends, and gypsy murderers…

More specifically, we spent the next week watching his body fall apart. Literally. His brain was gone, but his heart wouldn’t stop beating, because he was - forgive the Welshness - a stubborn cunt. A catheter that started clear was, 6 days later, full of chunks of fuck knows what. Pre-dying.

In fact, he didn’t die until nearly a week later. Six of us (my partner, my sister, her partner, his sister and her husband, and me) spent that week watching him die. (Fair warning: the next whatever-we-call-tweets-on-here is going to be a little graphic.)

Because of the aforementioned reasons, I had a phone call one night from his best friend, who’d found him collapsed at the foot of his bed. It transpired that he’d had a massive ischemic stroke, and, to all intents and purposes, died as he lay on the floor. Only he didn’t actually die then.

My dad died just over a decade ago. He, because reasons, was a very unwell man - we only discovered how unwell after he’d died. The consultant assumed we knew, but that’s a conversation for another thread. He was - ostensibly - fine, and then he died. Assisted dying shouldn’t be relevant. But.