Spoken as a true regular. Cheers. (Try not to stand on the sticky bits.)

"An hour drained of all its wonder, all its most delicious possibilities." That's all I've got now. Perhaps this autumn I'll get an hour back from a disaffected artist betrayed by a loved one and twisted in biterness. Beats another weekend in Wetherspoons.

Yes, but we get our back on the buggers in Autumn.

The new Bob Ross for the AI age.

They were a good band. Loved their first album.

I see the bottom half of a cartoon woman wearing a dress and white shoes.

Deirdre Barlow and the Spiders from Mars? "Now Deirdre liked a pint, supping good with Ken in t'Rovers..."