No, no. Let’s not offer invitations to aliens to come and visit Earth in movies directed by John Carpenter, thank you very much.
It’s not like I don’t have a week’s worth of food in the house anyway, but my workout today was carting more water and cans across the river to make up my little ‘Doom’ cupboard.
Disaster. Was enormously tired so fell asleep, but roused after 20mins, the perfect time to defrag my brain and leave me perky and refreshed. So my brain is happy after its nap, and I no longer feel sleepy despite it being 2:30am.
One of the things that, through all of the talk about the shifting pornography laws in the UK has rarely cropped up - the root cause feels tricky to approach.
Overzealous prudes and performative legislators, sure, but it seems to me to stem from some women who are afraid of men.
I don't really know what the solution is, but I do think that the rush towards legislation that is written in ways that end up with much bigger and wider implications, lots of 'Well that would probably cover this too', and 'The courts will figure it out', it's gone too far.
I’m not sure what to call these. Bonfire cupcakes? But they have a ginger biscuit crumb base, a smoked tea infused sponge, and a treacle cream cheese frosting.
Just scrolled through six hours of tweets of election coverage, but haven’t yet seen it. How did the handsome one with the interesting photos do?


















