Stuart Laidler

Might get some in for the kids’ birthdays next month.

Playing the long game: draw them all out into the open…

We're a funny lot generally. Capable of unimaginable cruelty and astonishing selflessnes, generosity and kindness. Like most people, I guess.

My specific lot were among the first to grasp, collectively and with spirit, that the thing to do with Nazis is kill them till they're dead.

A piece of jewellery made by a member of the Gepid tribe around 1600 years ago.

This one is very pretty. Germanic rather than Roman, and you can see the difference in craftsmanship. Roman jewellery is better made overall; this looks great on the bits you can see, but has dirty great lumps of solder on the underside. Because the Romans had access to better tools and workshops?

Anxious hacks skittering across Westminster, feeling that bone-deep ache, the NEED for the hard stuff; plunging “Lammy’s gone” & “Raynor’s put her hat in the ring” All that the smooth talking dealers can offer is low grade Sanwar heavily cut with advisors you’ve never heard of.

Shameful shit.

My daughter has to analyse 5 poems for her homework. Because I’m pretentious I’ve suggested works by a Russian poet to stand out a bit. Because I’m a terrible human being, I’ve also suggested This Be The Verse.

An Arundel Tomb too; I’m not a total monster.

I think that a big problem for the left* is that a vote for them is a vote for timidity & inertia.

The far right right offer action and make stuff happen. All that stuff is awful, yes, but people seem to prefer it.

* - or at least, whatever the most leftwing party is appearing on a ballot near you

Wipes it on his wife’s back pretending he’s putting her arm round her. Gives a sly wink to his attendant sycophants as he does.

He’s never been rehabilitated either, has he? It’s always been “That prick is back again. Fucks sake…”

For obvious reasons, I gain a tremendous amount of deeply petty satisfaction that the global lingua Franca is English.

Mind, the unsolicited emails have taken a bleak turn since I hit 50. They’ve gone from holidays and viagra, to funerals and health insurance. And viagra.

I used to fucking love Citizen Dad…

Jesus Christ Glinner, get a fucking life.

When Helen Grant’s eyes started bleeding and she answered “Zalgo” to every question.

Has Rowling transvestigated any Winter Olympians, or does she save that for the summer months and darker skinned women?

Defo curtains for ZuSnoo no matter what.

Boba the cat sitting on an idiot

I genuinely had planned to do some housework today. However, Boba is comfy and whenever I shift even slightly she raises her head and glare at me in disapproval. #caturday

I don’t want to laugh at a small business but also VERY funny

Never got over the Ali Dia signing, did he?

Jesse Plemons would be a solid choice.

Sadness in his eyes.

I’m trying to eat lunch here…

Betty watching the mice that live in the garden from the luxury of her settee.

Have a good #caturday everyone.

Imagine if it happens on the same day that Rupert Murdoch dies.

Tbh, I find that the hardest thing to guard against when it comes to misinformation: things that I really *really* want to believe are true tend to bypass my bullshit sensors depressingly easily.

Oh I know, the albino pudding is the first , last, and only option.

I just fancied seeing how nauseous I could make myself.

T…Truss?

I’d settle for a tour of coastal towns where he dances on a soapbox stage under a rain of bloodstained shit.

But that’s me; compassionate.

But… but is there *ANY* way this could be a woman’s fault…?