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Graham Guest
@grahamguest.bsky.social
London, UK

Europhile, language nerd, occasional flâneur, part-time hermit.

"At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool."
December 2016
November 23, 2025 at 9:18 AM
"These horoscopes are patent nonsense, Watson. It says here that I should stay away from waterfalls."
November 23, 2025 at 6:35 AM
Postmen, perhaps. 🥶
November 21, 2025 at 9:27 AM
We shall fight it with the bleaches.
November 21, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Na zdravje!
November 18, 2025 at 7:34 PM
Not a hoard of lexicographers?
November 18, 2025 at 7:32 PM
Peasants also.
November 18, 2025 at 2:03 PM
Will the trains go faster?
November 17, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Did she take a fancy to any mint spies?
November 17, 2025 at 11:42 AM
Having failed to answer the Schleswig-Holstein question, I shall now be giving my full attention to the paniers-percés plot.
November 17, 2025 at 11:35 AM
The philosopher Alfred J Ayer
Was possessed of considerable flair
In seeking to find
Both God and the mind
He doubted that either was there
November 17, 2025 at 8:14 AM
There was also Red Tory, promoted by Phillip Blond.
Red Tory : how the left and right have broken Britain and how we can fix it : Blond, Phillip, 1966- : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
ix, 309 p. ; 21 cm
archive.org
November 16, 2025 at 7:54 PM
It's been around for a while.
Blue Labour - Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org
November 16, 2025 at 7:45 PM
"Hey, George, these 3D printer thingies have done an amazing job creating such lifelike gals."
November 16, 2025 at 6:43 PM
Let's put it on the agendum for discussion.
November 15, 2025 at 5:48 AM
🙄
November 13, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Yes, the Zack approach: take the negative stuff your opponents throw at you and chuck it back at them with knobs on.
November 13, 2025 at 1:20 PM
You have to check every worm before sending.
November 13, 2025 at 9:29 AM
I once went to a hermits' convention; fortunately no one else turned up.
November 13, 2025 at 9:11 AM
I'm a gregarious hermit.
November 13, 2025 at 9:09 AM
There was an old farmer from Slough
Who purchased a very large cough
It was ever so high
Reaching up to the skigh
And to milk it he didn’t know hough
November 13, 2025 at 8:41 AM
In Far from the Madding Gerund, Mark Liberman tells of meeting a woman in Somerville, MA, who introduced herself as Ian. He worked out her actual name when she introduced her husband Danny, rhyming with peony.
November 13, 2025 at 8:33 AM