Despite my fond memories of LA in those years, alas, you are wrong and it is my duty to inform you etc etc

NICE WARM SEAT YOU GOT THERE WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMEONE WERE TO SIT ON IT

*looks eastwards to the tyre fires of Gorton*

ALL DRAGONS BEYOND YE BORDERS.

Extremely strong sneaker game (which feels a very weird thing to type)!

*turns on the eye of Salford, which is a massive tire fire*

Ok, now, I realise as a Man of Kent, gravy exists only as concept recorded on parchment and smuggled across the border. Also, my accent has already turned in any hope of Northernism. Cheshire is a godless place.

#rejectedkidsbooktitles

Listen MP, I’m focusing on my gravy rn and I do not need you posting about your delicious chicken and rice.

Normal operating service has been resumed in Ol’ Manchester.

Good point, well made

“On the coach to Middlesbrough” has post modern Orwell vibes

( I’m not out of my mind either, the white bottle is for coffee in the car, the alloy mug is to be used when that is empty )

To misquote John Martyn:

I will be (occasionally) fancy and I will be free.

Friends fear he is listening to the fragile again