Simon Fluendy
@montocat.bsky.social
#MDANT Fuzz guitars and electric sitars. Psych shoe gaze. Cats.
On the side of the angles. Yes. Angles.
On the side of the angles. Yes. Angles.
Unfortunately we know where the Glasgow fascist zones are. They paint their kerbs you know, well before people down here got out to the local mini roundabout with paint tins.
November 14, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Unfortunately we know where the Glasgow fascist zones are. They paint their kerbs you know, well before people down here got out to the local mini roundabout with paint tins.
Also: Death to the Stinking Ninth Category!
a man is standing in front of a blue sky with his hand up in the air .
ALT: a man is standing in front of a blue sky with his hand up in the air .
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November 14, 2025 at 8:00 PM
Also: Death to the Stinking Ninth Category!
It all too literally is the cultural revolution. But the. I understand your country is now short of peasant labour on farms.
November 14, 2025 at 7:57 PM
It all too literally is the cultural revolution. But the. I understand your country is now short of peasant labour on farms.
Relieved the sizes not reversed. Can you imagine the poo bag you’d need?
November 13, 2025 at 12:34 PM
Relieved the sizes not reversed. Can you imagine the poo bag you’d need?
As any gentleman would
November 12, 2025 at 4:49 PM
As any gentleman would
Don’s just told Kev that he’s got the persians in his pocket.
November 12, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Don’s just told Kev that he’s got the persians in his pocket.
I think he was involved in early development: “Redeem the time. Redeem the unread vision of a higher dream”
November 12, 2025 at 4:23 PM
I think he was involved in early development: “Redeem the time. Redeem the unread vision of a higher dream”
Salutations from the latest Fluendy recruit - daughter’s cat Gambetti
November 12, 2025 at 1:52 PM
Salutations from the latest Fluendy recruit - daughter’s cat Gambetti
I suppose keeping the rails joined is difficult. “On Margate sands, I can connect nothing with nothing”
November 12, 2025 at 1:49 PM
I suppose keeping the rails joined is difficult. “On Margate sands, I can connect nothing with nothing”
Ah. dreamland. Is the wooden rollercoaster still there?
November 12, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Ah. dreamland. Is the wooden rollercoaster still there?
It would be unfair to make customers pay cash for investment. They might move or die before the work is completed and get no benefit. Debt ensures assets are paid for over the operating life.
November 12, 2025 at 10:59 AM
It would be unfair to make customers pay cash for investment. They might move or die before the work is completed and get no benefit. Debt ensures assets are paid for over the operating life.
Entirely logical. It’s not perfect. But it’s the best in the world.
November 10, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Entirely logical. It’s not perfect. But it’s the best in the world.
Worse than having Brigitte Bardot on your window ledge.
November 10, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Worse than having Brigitte Bardot on your window ledge.
Elderly women in the Edinburgh of my youth had very steep transparent brollies that enclosed them almost like a space helmet. Seemed to deflect both wind and other pedestrians.
November 10, 2025 at 3:15 PM
Elderly women in the Edinburgh of my youth had very steep transparent brollies that enclosed them almost like a space helmet. Seemed to deflect both wind and other pedestrians.
But not Hong Kong heavy where an umbrella means a dry shirt but wet to the waist. The weather band narrows.
November 10, 2025 at 3:08 PM
But not Hong Kong heavy where an umbrella means a dry shirt but wet to the waist. The weather band narrows.
I’m going to open a gallery/sculpture garden on that exact theme. ‘Oh you’ll find those in the Tarkus wing sir’
November 10, 2025 at 12:34 PM
I’m going to open a gallery/sculpture garden on that exact theme. ‘Oh you’ll find those in the Tarkus wing sir’
Y’all toddlers will now line to this song. Or mummy *and* Jesus will forget your sorry nappy chucking asses.
November 10, 2025 at 12:30 PM
Y’all toddlers will now line to this song. Or mummy *and* Jesus will forget your sorry nappy chucking asses.