It'll take them a while, but I'd be OK eventually.

Yeah, I can't ascribe. Without wanting to sound like a cliché dispenser, I feel like it was easier for our parents' generation. Parties offered different solutions. Now they offer basically nothing, just different formulations of the same basic aphorisms. Hard to align with such a void.

Ronaldo Poacher. Flogs stolen deer to the ref at halftime. His game is sublime.

Right, I'm done now I think. Thanks for this superb distraction.

Ha!

Gary Translucent/in between games it's unclear where he goes. Nobody knows.

[V.A.]Aaaaaaaaaaa[r], look at all the offside strikers.

[Do do do do do do do do]

Barry O'Plimsoll/he never played in a league or a cup/I made him up.

I couldn't believe it when I heard the Taliban question. Nigh-on choked on my coffee. The "fighting-age males" thing really stuck out as well. That's a pretty insidious dog-whistle, and colossal irony considering how many British "fighting-age males" died fighting the people they want to pay.

This is the perfect encapsulated, distilled version. Basically, one learns to accept other people's idiocy, lest it drive you mad.

Literally just availability. I would COMMAND this look.

Well, I have "The Myth of the Singular Moment" - a two-hander play with songs about parallel worlds, impossible choices and quantum immortality... the songs are on Spotify. It'd be lovely to take it about the place!

open.spotify.com/album/7KkVNA...

I would love such a thing to exist! (Don't have a theatre, but do have stuff to put in 'em!)

Pantheon by Hamish Steele is a very enjoyable graphic-novel romp through the Egyptian creation myths. Light-hearted but puts the stories across really well.

As a Canto Ostinato obsessive, I completely understand this piece and love it.