I would prefer not to

The Professional Understanders showing a flickering glimmer of understanding feels like a dangerous glitch in the matrix

Don’t own pets. You don’t have the right to impose your need for companionship on other sentient beings.

I was a non-hooligan football fan in the 1980s. Funnily enough, this wasn’t what the Tory government of the time thought or said about me.

It’s like that massive (chickentown) chicken on the KFC ad. We must slay the chicken #LUFC

Oh I’d love for the Tommeh fans and roundabout painters to be subjected to the same requirement. And deported on failure, obviously.

Oh, I’d fight you on this. Think it’s book 4 of Lost Time which is one of the most interminably drab snooze fests I’ve ever endured. Ulysses however is terrific. Although I’d draw the line at Finnegan’s Wake.

A sword and a spear, is it? Fair enough, we’ll just shoot the cunts.

Aren’t all slogans, by virtue of being slogans, platitudinous?

I will wreak that hate upon him.

Drink to forget we have the worst Labour leadership ever known? It’s not a terrible idea, to be fair.

Agreed but it’s still quite hard to take Tyres seriously

I recently tracked my ancestry to a village in Yorkshire in the 1500s, as far back as the parish records go. I also tend to pursue a radical anti-Western ideology. Not sure where I should be living, to be honest.

The greens may be the threat that the right never saw coming.

Our movement is living rent free in the heads of Telegraph journalists at the moment.

Join me in being ‘a threat to the right that they never saw coming’.

join.greenparty.org.uk

I had to, but I’m not 100% convinced. Be good in cocktails I reckon

When I was a major Capri2.8ophile, I took it to a bloke in Bromley to get it serviced. Lovely fella, but the only non-NF member in a five mile radius.

America is such a fucking weird country. The only place on earth with a constitution which supposedly enables anyone to go and buy assault rifles at the supermarket to protect themselves from state oppression, then when the day arrives no cunt fucking bothers to shop.

Lads, I’m going in, wish me luck

Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and try and fetch something off the top shelf in the pharmacy, as long as your shoulders aren’t too achy.

Going through one of my occasional forays into early philosophy. Observation: Seneca was a boring tit who probably didn’t get invited to decent parties.

Currently sitting in my garden sunbathing, on the last day of September. Which is nice. But also: fuck!

Ifs and buts. Could equally say they might easily have scored more at other times. On balance, we took a point off a form team and that’s okay.

Ha, I guessed right. I know you shouldn’t waste time on calling out twats for being twats, but IIRC some previous instance of twattery particularly set me off.

The quoted poster here has blocked me. Which melt is it?

No fresh croissants? Lumpen proletariat trash

Cheers for the heads up. Almost started it tonight but thought it had a slightly suspicious vibe.

Like a pissed clown looking for a petrol station to buy us some dead flowers, for now. Dunno

It’s the ‘what’s for the best right now’ thing which is difficult to work through.
- Will Starmer survive until a 2029 GE? Almost certainly not.
- Could Burnham turn it around? No.
- Would an early GE hand the country to Reform? Most likely.
So maybe I’m in favour of Starmer staggering onwards 1/2

Timing them once: eleven songs in the first twenty minutes, absolutely ridiculous.

My brother saw them early - late 70s in Camden, said they were fantastic. I saw them half a dozen times in the 80s when I was a bit obsessed. How good they were was essentially speed-related: when they were on fire they were stupid fast but the off days were a bit sluggish. Remember a mate 1/2