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David F Ross
@dfr10.bsky.social
Young, gifted and black...I used to be one of these things. Architect and Writer...I am currently both of these things.

Website: davidfross.co.uk

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This book is now a physical thing and therefore available to pre-order.
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T-shirt idea.
December 1, 2025 at 7:22 AM
Up, Face like a condemned Shortlees single-end. Hair like a scarecrow's intestines. Voice like a decapitated draw-string Action Man. Morning.

Today's 'Up' was brought to you by Horlicks; the evergreen route to a good night's sleep for terror-addicted insomniacs everywhere
December 1, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Up. Face like a drunk, ah-say drunk … Foghorn Leghorn on a magic mushrooms trip. Hair like a Branch Davidian membership’s PUNGENT shower drain blockage. Voice like a lapsed WeightWatchers celebratory orgy. Morning.
November 30, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Up. Face like a condemned 60s brutalist concrete high rise. Hair like the neglected wig of a faded 70s light entertainment star. Voice like 80 E-riddled kids yelling 'No-one quite like Granma'. Morning.
November 23, 2025 at 9:12 AM
Up. Face like a failed Biactol prototype experiment. Hair like the sweaty remnants from a Free Love Festival. Voice like a leper’s bell. Morning.
November 22, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Up. Face like a melted Grateful Dead picture disc. Hair like the inside of Larry Blackmon’s codpiece post-sauna. Voice like a Yorkshire gurning champion celebrating with a Highland Chew. Morning.
November 21, 2025 at 7:59 AM
A soulless, heartless fuckwit. Imagine this balloon governing what the public can watch. Never has the phrase ‘politics is showbusiness for ugly-hearted people’ had a more apt example.
November 17, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Up. Face like the ones Stephen King dreams about. Hair like it was cut by a combine harvester driven by Ted Kennedy. Voice like an Action Man drawstring doll with a wonky Chic Murray vocal. Morning.
November 14, 2025 at 7:50 AM
Up. Face like Marty Feldman superglu’ed to the front of a Japanese bullet train. Hair like a sweaty oxter from the first Summer of Love. Voice like Nigel Farage being fired across the Channel from a giant catapult (broadcast live on the BBC). Morning.
November 12, 2025 at 6:53 AM
Up. Face like a Donald Trump police mugshot collage spliced together from different federal charge sheets. Hair like half-eaten Toblerone peaks. Voice like my defence lawyer when he reads the first sentence. Morning.
November 11, 2025 at 7:59 AM
Up. Face like a Tutankhamen death mask made of marzipan. Hair like strings of Ken Dodd’s used dental floss. Voice like Donald Trump drowning in an impartial and finely balanced vat of chocolate orange-flavoured spray tan. Morning.
November 10, 2025 at 9:19 AM
The BBC being held to a completely different standard than other media outlets by that paragon of honesty and integrity, Kelvin McKenzie.
That said, a monumental cock-up to have allowed Trump and all these arse-licking liars to claim a morale high ground.
November 9, 2025 at 10:09 PM
“I used to make drawings…”
November 8, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Up,
Face like a Petershill pizza dusted with the fag-ash of a hundred Embassy Regal.
Hair like a Dennistoun deck access washing line.
Voice like a dirty Hieland whelp
(Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo)
Morning.
November 8, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Up. Face, Hair and Voice like Marty Feldman escaping (to victory) from a Barlinnie Special Unit by crawling the length of Hampden Park through a six-inch sewer pipe connected to the local community outfall during a prolonged widespread dysentery epidemic. Morning.
November 5, 2025 at 7:41 AM
T-shirt by @weare1of100.bsky.social
Sentiment by The Bluebells
Graphic by Robert Hodgens
Smoulder … model’s own
November 4, 2025 at 8:15 PM
Up. Face like a toddler's Etch-A-Sketch portrait of Marty Feldman. Hair like it was made out of grey Sticklebricks. Voice like a dial-up modem. Morning.
November 4, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Up. Face like the losers in an 18th Century Yorkshire gurning competition. Hair like a hill of discarded 1G AstroTurf. Voice like Quasimodo going at it over an etching of Esmeralda. Morning.
November 2, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Up.
Face like a haemorrhoid's hangover. Hair like an unwound C-90 cassette tape. Voice of the Windsor Town Crier proclaiming the Royal eviction like a devastated crack-addled busker waiting for his man. Morning
October 31, 2025 at 7:37 AM
Up. Face like a Halloween pumpkin carved by Stevie Wonder. Hair like a bunkered Trump, devoid of mirrors and Cossack. Voice like Danilo’s dad after a triple Harthill tray bake. Morning.
October 30, 2025 at 9:05 AM
On this day in Up/Morning history.:
Copyright theft as Twitter’s AI trolled me with my own tweet. It was an Interesting development.
‘In case I missed it’…!?
I fucking wrote it, mate!
October 29, 2025 at 7:25 AM
Up.
Face like a prison riot.
Hair like a Parkhead skip overflowing with cut-price January Sales regrets.
Voice like a 70s ice cream van being crushed in a squeaky compactor.
Morning.
October 28, 2025 at 7:23 AM
Up. Face like a rusty Honda Civic wrapped around a Gorgie lamppost. Hair like a fistful of mouldy cheese strings. Voice like a macerated carburettor. Morning.

*’A Fistful of Mouldy Cheese Strings’ the new LP by the Macerated Carburettors.
Out now!
October 27, 2025 at 7:43 AM
October 24, 2025 at 1:43 PM
Up. Face like a well-skelped arse. Hair like a lank 70s mullet sieved through a colander. Voice like the sound of teenage dreams being ripped at the seams. Morning.
October 21, 2025 at 6:35 AM