If I’m considered a ‘stipid bastard’ by someone so gratuitously narrow-minded, I’ll wear it as a badge of honour.

We-ell, that’s a topic for debate… FAAB RL NAT

Oh dear me no, fellas… Won’t get fooled again. SWIDT?

I just read an article on the Hull Daily Mail website (ok, don’t judge me) announcing the lineup for the forthcoming Humber Street Sesh extravaganza. One of the bands, Divorce, is described as ‘contempory […]

Grunge.

Hmmm…reading social media comments, invariably by boomers, would have you believe that everything – but EVERYTHING – produced by the raft of current population princesses is ‘bubblegum’.

Here in East Yorkshire, we now have an ex-Olympic boxer who missed FIVE of the Mayoral debates and who can barely string a coherent sentence together (those two things possibly related) as Mayor. […]

I follow Lucy Worsley. Anywhere. Everywhere. …Oh I see, you were asking about Substack!

I wonder if he has any brothers?

See also: Pat Cash Rumour has it that ‘Come On!’ Tim Henman is a whizz on triangle.

Update: Liberal victory! ELBOWS UP!

I don’t think that would scan.

Oh, thanks. I’ve had my eye on this for a long, long, long time.

Elton or Gambo.

That was the practice shot.

And as many, many people have pointed out, you’d think that having all that time in the desert, he could have come up with a name for said horse…

Lodey, du ar väldigt rolig.

Can’t complain, mustn’t grumble Help yourself to another piece of apple crumble. Martin Fry – take a bow, son.

Couldn’t you have just spoken in answer to Beezer if you were both in the queue?! 🤔

Ahem…it might have been, if that was the correct lyric – but it isn’t. It’s ‘… fateful night’.