Sometimes. Just sometimes... It's bearable to hear Gary Neville sounding happy. Not too sure about the orgasm noise but whatever.

Difficult to describe what a dangerous moment we are in.

The owner of Twitter/richest man in the world/closest adviser to the next US president is promoting a far-right Tommy Robinson (!) documentary to his 200 million followers.

This is the mainstreaming of violent, Islamophobic fascism.

1:21 into the game. First poverty shouts from the tory shitbags.

Mad seeing the Curtis Jones love-in coming from all the same fuckwits who've been saying all year he's not good enough for Liverpool.

In the lift in work, bit worried about that bottom right button...

Time to bid farewell to that frog-shaped fuckwit and the rotten corpse of twitter.