I watched that Oasis film on Disney+ last night. Now, there’s a band with a story to tell. A shame they didn’t bother telling it. A superficial puff piece for what was evidently a triumphant return. I did enjoy watching the fans watching the band though. I’m glad THEY had a good time.

Regardless of what I think of Christopher Nolan’s films, the posters are atrocious. Brazenly unimaginative. Horribly masculine, like Lynx for the eyes. Corporate and shiny and very, very boring. The sort of art admired by hollow suits who yearn to compete on The Apprentice.

No no no no no. Also, why not a Lancastrian or even someone generically Northern, like Jarvis Cocker? But, no. Just no. Thrice no. Or is it nay?

Amazed to discover ‘Below’ on Netflix is part of the ‘Nuts in May’ universe.

🎶 Wall Street again. Don’t know where, don’t know when! 🎶

Still valid.

Was £3. Now £3.

Fax. FAX!

New car insurance chat.

😡

It was terrifying/amusing.

You should go round and bellow at the owners in the same way you did to me (and a few others) because we were watching The Fat Slags on the TV in YOUR house.

OMFG! Heaven knows what they’ve done inside. 😡

Here she comes…