Jack Fraser

Everybody stop and watch Flavor Flav living his best life.

I’m afraid it will have to be ‘Book Title – the Movie’.

A pic of the various Public Image Ltd ‘Album’ doings, including ‘poster’.

An email purportedly from a tv show/or something - they’ve heard good things about my book ‘Book Title’. Try harder, bastards!

Today in ‘let’s scam writers!’

So flattering! #BookTitle

Ribena with sparkling water is probably what French aristocrats were drinking in the 1780s.

Mrs Dalloway said she would bring the noise herself.

I find it quite relaxing. But I mostly use it to build extensive and unnecessary giant glass buildings with astonishing views.

Let's mash up some daytime television with 90s hip hop! It's Homes Under The Hammer Time.

I got a train once from Inverness to London and there was a NI mum and toddler at the table seat with us and ever since (this was in 1997!!) I have frequently caught myself repeatedly saying ‘Now!’ in a NI accent in a very similar fashion.

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Photo of grey river with central sand bar and looming grey rocky mountains below dense grey clouds. Above it all, there is an oasis of bright blue sky.

Photo of a long, white-arched bridge stepping its way across a rippling grey estuary with gleaming gold sandbank. Grey clouds above open on to bright blue sky. Rocky mountains edge off into the distance.

A cold Sunday afternoon up by the estuary overlooking Cadair Idris

I mean, I’ve never made it or eaten it but people definitely get excited about the prospect! I’m sure it will all be delicious.

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That sounds great!

I thought it ironic his name is Licence, when, you know, *gestures feebly*

Happy Birthday! (Wow this week is thick with birthdays, it seems like half the people I know were born between the 10th and 16th of Feb.)

Ah this is so tough. Sending love.

Bloody hell.

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That's extremely smart. (As a person who regularly wears a coat she bought in 2008 and occasionally one bought in 2000, it seems like a fair investment.)

It’s like it’s embarrassed about yesterday and trying to make up for it.

I love supermarket daff season!

Everyone looks so happy, it's utterly delightful.

When we were both working full time we had fresh flowers every week (just from Sainsbury's) and it was lovely. Now we're poorer, we don't very often, but Ol bought me five bunches of tulips yesterday which filled three vases and they're making me very happy.

Someone bought me a year's sub for my birthday one year (not from B&W, I think from Wiggly Wigglers, monthly) and it felt like the most amazingly luxurious thing ever.

How lovely!

I used to work with a woman who went by 'what her youngest sister called her when they were kids' which we felt was quite pretentious (lol, publishing) but also none of our damn business.

The name thing is SO egregious, too - surely 75%- 85% of people are never called by their 'original/official' name.

(I read a delightful thread the other day full of people discovering their grandparents actual given names at literal funerals.)

I'd never seen the butch stuff before. I guess I don't pay much attention and assume it's all nuns and so forth. 😄

Ha ha! Also it’s usually so pale and droopy.