Even better would be to say it now.

It seems to be massively weighted in favour of ‘age/gender’ against reality.

Don’t have Spotify. But, Apple Music for in the kitchen. Usually Rosalia, BCNR, Bad Bunny, Kendrick, black midi, Billie, Taylor, for cooking. Last night played ONE Oasis song (for my son). Today it insists I want to hear the new Richard Ashcroft album. I really don’t.

In ‘Sprinter’… rhyming ‘I went from Toyota Yaris to Urus’ with ‘now this gyal want me in her uterus. Fuck it, I’m rich, let’s do it.’

70pc ‘you CAN’T say that’. 30pc ‘that’s genius’.

Yup. Well, if more of them were this good…

I’m 56 and I very nearly thought Fleetwood Mac are bad (except Tusk). But I didn’t. So that tracks. I avoided that fate by one year.

Now. If you’re looking for someone to argue the merits of that Railway Children album. In the words of Lenny C, I’m your man.

… in this imaginary Velvet Underground-run cake shop and butchers.

Well, so long as they have colour-coded chopping boards.

Who Loves The….. STOP!!!! :)

Bun Bun Bun

Pale Blue Pies

Bunday Morning.

It’s ’the new Berlin’, you know.

Bloody hell. That’s a great story. At the risk of sounding like a DOGE nutter, it seems to be a bizarrely lax approach to public money.