Gothiron

I guess the weather apps failed to notice the freezing fog squatting like a big cold toad over London all day

Holy moly it is properly damp cold and misty. I await the Hound of the Baskervilles.

Bright red Chinese lanterns hanging from bare trees. They are lit from behind by a low, milky sun, and look very red against the dark buildings.

Lanterns in the sun, Liverpool.

Going out for a prowl as I need a moon fix.

Strangely enough, I've given enough detail (and do I mean detail..) so that in theory anyone who isn't named me can do it.

I have finished the Handover Notes for The Blancmange Bozo and now I've written it all out, I have a feeling that the excuses for Not Doing It, Soz,wll roll in.

I mean, there are more bizarre places to be discussing the buckets scene from Small Prophets, but not that many.

A planned visit to the Boob Breville - well it's more enjoyable than work.

Nice bit of chitting

Knowing my luck, it will be the bees only.

Someone is posting me some honey as a thank you for helping them.

"I tell the bees about you, they seem to approve"

Against the worst artex in the world, an eye shaped mirror is surrounded by a rainbow, some LT roundrls and a heart of felt.

Assorted puffintat

A linocut print of a black leopard (or panther) with the words “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CREATURE?” underneath. It’s printed in black ink on off-white paper.

I made this linocut print as a tribute to the hundreds of mysterious big cat sightings reported every year in Britain. Have you seen this creature?

Oh the thrill of Today in The JoyPit, replete with a cracking headache caused by not much sleep and knowing it will be like St Bellend's charabanc on most calls.

Tbh, the way it's all going, I reckon I'd welcome them.

Fanny Craddock?

I adore this

Oh my days, he is so good. Missed that he was back playing.

Total bunch of idiots. Even when I was an Interntional Agent of Chaos, nothing was later than 7pm.

Is one word for them..

Or they could bugger right off. That will be it. Bugger Right Off.

Did a very long stare at the email inviting me to join a call at 9pm one evening this week. I mean, I could do it on the bus home from the Thing I Had Planned on Doing.

A Cabinet of Curiosities Victorian murder, abandoned towns, and a very peculiar indulgence feature in our new venture: three short, but reliably odd, talks in one.

TOMORROW, I am doing a short talk on a MURDERER which has everything! Knives! Arsenic! Arson! Adultery! Exhumation! Toxicology! Transportation! Broadmoor!

Trying to squidge it into 15 minutes has been a trial. But it's online, so come along...

www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/a-cabinet-...

Ha! Glad it's not just me. Probably one of my favourite series of clever writing.
And that's before we even think about Art Malik..

Miso baby aubergines, shitake mushrooms and rice for dinner. As I was prepping it all up, constantly hearing "and a small aubergine.." in my mind.

Used to be a plant place near Mum growing up and it was just "the bloke with the big greenhouses on the scrap land growing stuff he could flog" and it was perfect. None of this tat and crap.

Well (unpaid and I hope they are grateful, no not bitter) Work is done for today, bit of washing on the line and the last of the soup eaten so time to enjoy the hours before Return To The JoyPit.

I know, will I never learn. It's just WRONG up that end.

If I ever got to be on Desert Island Disks, that's one of the tracks.

I would destroy you if I weren’t so tired shows a not angry just knackered squid god monster hanging over a village he can’t be arsed to vanquish

Talk of Lovecraft this morning reminds me my pictures were once described as “whimsically Eldritchian” by Will Self I’m joking it was by “some guy”