Whack ice more like!

I feel there’s a market for something like period pants, but for blokes who have the man flu. Influy-fronts. Sniefs. Bogey Shorts.

Ordered one of them there Brick things in what’s likely to be another futile attempt to spend less time on my phone. If nothing else it’ll be one more piece of faddish garbage to help clutter up the house.

If you’re nuts you get treated at Great Almond Street Hospital.

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Apple Music’s ‘New in Alternative’ playlist.

mgk, bby, modern love., flora cash, daine, chloe morinodo, porch kiss, oreglo, april june, cowboyy, how r u, lucky break.

Would… would it kill youse to use a capital letter now and again?

I believe I should be admitted to hospital every time I have a cold. Private room. Enormous TV. Personal chef.

Beth March from Little Women and I are twinning weak constitutions.

Whenever I’m unwell, all I want to do is watch old episodes of Taggart. There’s no comfort quite like manky Glasgow in the eighties.

Benny Lin is my best friend today.

A picky plate full of snacky bits.

Everything I’m reading in 2026.

A very dull thread:

#1 - Starting the year with Bluesky’s favourite author.

“Diarrhoea!” comes the cry from the bathroom. And so 2026 begins.