I am standing waiting for a coffee watching two people across the street vigorously brush their teeth. In public. For a good three minutes now. Why?

The Radicalisation of Gregg Wallace - a prediction, an inevitability, a cracking band name.

The local newsagent has started to stock an excellent range of passive-aggressive outdoor mugs - just the thing for the man in your life who you wish would just fuck off and sleep in the garden.

From the extreme slope to the landing pad that’s basically a pallet propped up against a fence, this isn’t so much a playground slide as natural selection.

Is there a better use for maternity leave than rediscovering and following all the good Twitter people with better principles than me? N/N