Heasydragon.
heasydragon.bsky.social
Heasydragon.
@heasydragon.bsky.social
Scottish. Gay. Grumpy. Catdad.
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Great job by Ruben (@rubenbolling.bsky.social).
February 7, 2025 at 6:42 AM
You know, I can't help but smirk as I watch Trump strut about bleating about creating a Riviera in Gaza. Oh, I'm not smirking at the Palestinians - those people deserve a safe place to live, to thrive, to raise their children, to build their future. No, I'm smirking at the idea of the Yankistanis.
February 7, 2025 at 9:22 AM
Remember: #BuyCanadian wherever you can. Fuck Yankistan.
February 2, 2025 at 10:49 AM
What we *really* need - to drive home the idea that Yankistan is in the shit - is for a massive disaster to hit "the Heartland", aka Flyoverstan, aka The Mid-West.

Say...how about Dust Bowl v2?
January 31, 2025 at 5:20 AM
You know, Just Eat just started doing home groceries deliveries in my area and I have to say it's nice being able to order in a nice salad or a massive chocolate cake from my local supermarket than get a stinkingly massive manky doner kebab from a takeaway, you know?
January 30, 2025 at 6:51 PM
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Self care tip: don’t forget to occasionally take a break from nobly celebrating the successes of others to briefly revel in their failures too
January 29, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Sparky: "I don't like Dirty Dancing."
Me: "Oh?"
Sparky: "Yeah, it's just a shite film about some posh wee cunt learning to cha-cha and fucking the hired help at the posh Butlins. Load of shite."
Me: "Uh huh."
Sparky: "I'd have put her in a fucking convent, fuck the corner!"
January 30, 2025 at 4:42 PM
Take Me Up
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January 30, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Sparky has swept into my room, scooped up the cat and carried him off to go be whisked away to the cat groomer. The cat's vocalisations are titled "Variations on the Theme of Outrage plus Yodelling".
January 30, 2025 at 9:12 AM
So I discovered something recently about writing as a Scotsman. People aren't "interested" if you're a Scottish guy writing about things going on in a city that's *not* Edinburgh, that *doesn't* have "cozy cafes" and "winsome heroes". Oh, and you're not allowed to *not* *not* give them a "Brogue".
January 28, 2025 at 8:30 PM
How wonderfully middle-class of them. Gosh. Brava.

www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...
Just Stop Oil disrupts Sigourney Weaver West End play
Two protesters walked on stage during Monday's evening performance of The Tempest, in Theatre Royal.
www.bbc.co.uk
January 28, 2025 at 6:17 AM
Devastating for @dignut.bsky.social (but not as bad as that time he realised that his hair was definitely not coming back)
Bad news for Spreadsheet stans. Rows and Columns have split up to pursue solo careers. Their manager tried to sort things out between them, but they refuse to come to the table.
January 27, 2025 at 7:26 PM
Just sent a message to my mate Elaine down in London to ask for her mother's black cake recipe. The last time I asked for it, her mother actually phoned me to laugh down the line at me, heh. I'm planning on offering her my whisky-sour cake recipe as a trade...
January 26, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Hee hee - I *may* have cliped on Carolyn to her mother about her refusing to teach me some of the stuff she's been showing the G's how to make this weekend. I *shall* learn the mysteries of How To Make Those Drunken-style Noodles, hah!
January 26, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Gianna and I were discussing cooking this morning (it's kind of our "Thing" in the family). We've agreed: no more sharing or posting recipes in US measurements. No more "cups" or "sticks" or "Fahrenheit". It's metric, imperial OR DEATH. DEATH TO CUPS!
January 26, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Attention British Blueskyers: fucking post more. If I have to read any more whiny navel-gazing Yanks complaining about the shit they could have done more to prevent I'm going to start executing people.
January 26, 2025 at 9:09 AM
Same, babe, same.
January 26, 2025 at 9:04 AM
It's never a good thing when your cat suddenly scampers into the living room from the bedroom where your boyfriend is having a well-deserved snooze, right? Right?

I'm *so* getting Lockheed a tiny straight-jacket.
January 25, 2025 at 11:25 PM
Cat: *lays on back, waves wee paws in the air and meows*
Boyfriend: *warily *nudges cat along floor towards me*

WHAT. THE. FUCK? I'm affronted and so's the cat! *denies haggis*
January 25, 2025 at 7:24 PM
"What do you mean, your mate Carolyn's showing Nano and Femto how to make HK stuff? She *never* makes me that!"

WELCOME TO MY WORLD, SPARKY. Her *granny* taught me all of the Chinese dishes I make. Carolyn? "Oh no, you don't want to learn that."
January 25, 2025 at 6:46 PM
I wish the weather had been better this weekend. My mate Carolyn's over my cousin Gianna's, teaching her youngest how to make some basic Chinese dishes. So far she's taught her how to make jiaozi ("YUM!"), xiaolongbao and lo mai chi. I've been begging Carolyn for *twenty* plus years for that!
January 25, 2025 at 6:43 PM
So when It dies, what happens to the Cult of Non-Personality It created around Itself? After all, there's no one in It's circle to assume the mantle of adoration that the fats lavish on It.

*muses*
January 25, 2025 at 5:51 PM
Oh, so you want some #RabbieBurns for #BurnsNight, do you? Get. It. Up. You. (And you think #Scotland is all Gashlander and fat Yankistanis wielding imitation swords, LOL)
January 25, 2025 at 1:51 PM
One of my favourite things about #Scotland is that we can issue our own bank notes. No, really, we have pretty money all of our own. And unlike England & Wales, we've, er, we've got more than one woman on them. I *know!*

BTW - they're not royals either. THREAD!
January 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM