I once had a dream where I had a spider in my mouth and had to go to work, where I couldn't speak because the spiders legs dangled out when I opened my mouth. It's taken me years to get over the spider/mouth dream and stop thinking about it. Now I'm thinking about it.

I grew up poor in 1950s UK - poverty was a shameful thing then. It still is. Once I understood that poverty was not my fault I've described myself as poor. I'm neither happy nor ashamed about that description, In UK my family are working class and poor. I've never thought of myself as lower class.

How fab! I once saw 53 in a winter field in Barrow in Furness

Place names are fascinating, aren't they. In Cumbria there's a lot of association with Viking words- place and family names in particular. That sense of belonging, or not, to a place - however it arrives, via a name, a mark on a map or a path - has accupied me for as long as i can remember

I've seen that map - it's wonderful!

Well I certainly do, though I force myself to limit pudding production to one enormous one and a little one.

I really like the Radiophonic Workshop excerpt (tho if it was RT reading, as I assume it was, her voice was very different from the one I heard in my head). The way that first work 'Criminal' comes in is quite a shock.

Too often it means - we have a ramp on the way in

I remember when there was a discussion on Twitter about Shein's manufacturing practices and some apologists invented all sorts of fantastical machinery and technology to avoid facing the more horrifying truth. Reminds me of this comedian's joke.

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