After a boozy night as a Bristolian student in the early 90s, my inebriated friend paid the taxi fare when we got home by writing a cheque in pencil. I don’t recall there being any negative repercussions.

Before ATMs were widespread, to get money you’d have to physically go into your bank and write a cheque payable to ‘CASH’, for enough until you need to do it again.

Radio commentary suggests Liverpool on the wrong side of the ref today.

Your hand-wringing advance apology elevates it. Well played.

Am about 10 years into a weighty biography of a (the most) prominent figure from WW2 by historian Ian Kershaw. It’s on my phone and tend to only read it when I fly. I’m about halfway through now and it really is excellent.

Apart from the blackface thing. Kudos to DJT for getting his ear cartilage to unusually regrow after his recent scrape.

Read that as ‘old tattoos’ initially…

This is Germany-centric but very eye opening

Boxcar Willie. An eclectic choice for 1980s Cornwall.

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You forgot to note that they also lost.

My first African steak in the Lusaka Club, Zambia (not as posh as it sounds but by god an intro to a properly hung bit of beef).

Jellyfish in Hong Kong. Stitched up by my Cantonese colleagues. Tasted exactly as you’d think. A carrier bag with the flavour of the sea.

Also I fear untrue. I went on a second date to watch Nil By Mouth. It was in hindsight, a bit dark. Our first date was to watch Natural Born Killers.

Obviously untrue: the absolute worst film to take someone on a date to, a former colleague once assured me with a shudder, is Deliverance.

I got Simon Groom’s autograph at the turning on of Mousehole’s Christmas lights in 1984. *on the back of my mum’s video rental membership card.