Being Irish, I would normally pass my grudges on to my grandchildren but the pesky kids of Antinatalism and Extinction render this quite impossible. And anyways you have a Christa Pike vibe and that’s worthy of a pardon.

Good morning Joanne.

They voted for the leopard.

And today children, just for you A little rhyme that’s a little blue With words so sweary and so true.

The value to Russia is immeasurable! But it’s political rather than financial. Morning Serena.

The old songs are the best. (Scuttles off humming nostalgically)

Aye, the sun might somewise shine But not as brightly as it should. If you’re not using these two lines I’ll happily steal them. If I haven’t already.

It’s a real abattoir poem!

Mountbatten’s old holiday castle from Creevykeel. Handheld x30 zoom.

Went with two Nordie visitors who mistook our revered national monument for an Al fresco urinal. I had words of course. And prevented it.

Houthis have promised to match escalation for escalation. Airport for airport. Now if Iran throws its hypersonics into the ring? Evening Ian.

Hi Dennis. I be off stoning!

October stones are the best!

Went to Creevykeel and Glencar. Good skies.

Surely with global warming they can present an argument that coats being unwearable due to the heat, must be trailed? Call it the Green argument.

I prefer Mindlessness and Premeditation while battering the fuck out of some Buddhist chanter. But do do what works for you. Namaste.

I‘be fallen out with the Joke Industry after they turned down my best jokes at the Cracker Factory.

I know the answer to the joke!

The Lancet is a much loved Doomer Magazine and it definitely says we’re all fucked and unlike our other publications like ‘Fuck It, We’re Fucked’ and the more academic ‘Yis Is Totes Ballicksed So Yis us’ it does so with less swearing. Which is nice.