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Daniel

@danielhart.co.uk

"Shit"?! Pre-watershed??? Le telephone la Ofcom. #TheTraitors

January 7, 2026 at 8:48 PM

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Louisa

@louisathelast.bsky.social

I am WHEEZING. PLEASE watch all the way to the end

Fus Ro Gaga @cambrianera.radical.town · 2d

This wheel is to the boy squirrel the way that the football is to Charlie Brown and it still makes me laugh every time he tries to use it only to be immediately spun.

January 6, 2026 at 2:29 PM

Daniel

@danielhart.co.uk

no

Screenshot of Google AI Overview:
"AI Overview
Dutch darts player Gian van Veen has a brother who is a professional footballer: Kevin van Veen.
Kevin van Veen is a professional footballer who was born in 1991 and plays as a forward for Eerste Divisie club FC Eindhoven. Gian van Veen (born 2002) is a professional darts player, [highlighted text] and the two are related through the same family name and profession connections in sports."

January 3, 2026 at 9:55 PM

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Jay Hulme

@jayhulmepoet.bsky.social

I love church So Much. It's always like this. Like, yes. We WILL spend £100,000 on candles in 2026. You're correct , finance software. The deficit will be immense. And God will delight in my masterful conflagration.

Avery @averyisonline.bsky.social · 5d

It's the new financial year in the CofE and I've not yet put in the new budget numbers but we've had some invoices to pay and our finance system is now projecting we'll spend [checks notes] £100,000 on candles

somebody who is good at the economy help me with this, etc

January 2, 2026 at 7:49 PM

Daniel

@danielhart.co.uk

please, take a sip from the lettuce punch bowl

January 1, 2026 at 12:38 AM

Daniel

@danielhart.co.uk

smh let a man have a hobby

Yashar Ali 🐘 @yasharali.bsky.social · 8d

I am begging everyone on here to read this new post by Bryan Johnson — the super rich tech guy who is now doing the “never die” protocol.

I need to talk about it with you all.

Bryan Johnson •
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@bryan_johnson
It's been 19 days and 20 hrs since | last felt Kate's warm embrace. She landed 47 minutes ago. The 24 hours of travel no doubt has her rushing to shower. She needs to cleanse herself of a dirtied world incompatible with her sensibilities. The wash doubles as a ritual, preparatory for entrance into the symbolic world we've constructed.
The time apart has been costly. My body's electrical signaling betrays the separation. Without her touch, my vagus nerve's 100,000 myelinated fibers have dropped their high frequency spectral power, squawking distress. An intelligent system broadcasting diminished wave forms, hoping to be heard. There are other signals of distress.
My white blood cells have shifted their gene expression, upregulating pro-inflammatory genes IL-6 and TNF-alpha and downregulating my antiviral genes. A pro-aging biochemical signature of a system suffering hardship.
My environment is a pristine anti-aging laboratory. Air, water, food and light are meticulously measured. Toxins are filtered.
Purification systems run autonomously. Biomarkers tracked.
Nutrition is calibrated.
Yet outside my control is the affection of another. The 68 trillion cells that constitute Bryan Johnson run non-negotiable code.
They demand tenderness, and not of a whimsical type, but deep, all-encompassing love that must be earned and carefully maintained. Otherwise they protest in self-termination.
She's now only 13 miles away and I can viscerally feel her essence. The transmission pulses in high fidelity. As if there were a fiber optic cable streaming our connection at light speed through the multiplexed cylinders of glass. The time apart created latency, buffering the connection, depriving us of the luminescence and dimming into noise.

In 15 minutes she will be within reach. I can visualize the whites of her eyes and smell her aroma. When she arrives, she will be shy. Whenever we are apart, she returns to zero. Her previous openness will be closed. Her emotional dynamic range will be held in reserve until she feels she is safe and can trust. I'll need to kindle her again. The rush of the courtship enthralls me.
The anticipation drives a small cluster of my midbrain neurons to flood dopamine. Nerve fibers activate, lighting up my skin's receptors as it awaits for slow, caressing touch. My hypothalamus begins synthesizing oxytocin, preparing to dump it upon first eye contact to ensure the reestablishment of our pair bond. This biochemical orchestra fills me with delight and sensorial want.
Kate's been mulling over what she'll wear for days. She's considered dozens of possibilities and modeled out my anticipated emotional state, the weather, and our planned activities. The colors will be representative of her psychological state and be positioned to soothe mine. The texture, style, and hues will interplay with our biology. The deliberately chosen accessories will add flair, intrigue and play. This is how she flirts, seduces and bypasses my mind to speak directly to my physiology. She has other tricks too.
She's arrived. I must wait for her. Her timidness will want to determine the cadence. I hear the door crack open and her bag drop to the floor. She's nervous. I'm on the couch, neutral and open. She rounds the corner and our eyes meet. The inhibitions wither as the magnetism draws us together. Soft hellos are whispered and our bodies interdigitate.
I feel her finger tips on the back of my neck. Goose bumps light up my body. Skin nerve cells fire signals directly to my brain, bypassing the analytical mind. The hypothalamus dumps the oxytocin, inhibiting fear and lowering cortisol. The body washes itself in this anti-inflammatory chain reaction. Our respiration and heart beats are now synchronizing. T…

I press my cheek against hers. The skin on skin triggers a wave of desire. I brush her lips with mine, catalyzing a massive activation of neurons in her brain, overwhelming thought and forcing presence.
She relents and wants to dance. She's home.
I slip my hand under her shirt and brush the small of her back.
Goosebumps spread like a wildfire across her body. Her hypothalamus stimulates the release of GnRH which tells the pituitary gland to wake up her reproductive system. Our olfactory systems consume each other with delight, signaling immune system compatibility.
I move both my hands to her jawline, holding her head firmly in place. Our mirror neurons speak to each other. I know what she wants. My lips press against hers and I softly bite her lower lip.
Kate's blood vessels dilate from the acetylcholine and nitric oxide release, flushing her lips, skin and body. The cascade is nearing waterfall.
The executive control of our brains surrenders. No longer concerned with the 68 trillion cells. The prefrontal cortex goes dark. Eliminating future planning and probabilistic modeling.
Activity in our parietal lobes diminishes, dissolving the boundary that distinguishes between self and other. No longer is there Kate and Bryan, just a singular biological entity suspended in a state of bliss. The outside world goes quiet. It doesn't exist. We dissolve into raw existence.

December 31, 2025 at 10:35 AM

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Cube

@prototypecube.bsky.social

a sonic the hedgehog stage label screen, it says "DAYTIME CAR BURGLARY ZONE, act 1". the daytime car burglary zone text is in a heavy pixellated white serifed font, the "act" part of "act 1" is in small sans-serif futuristic looking letters, and the "1" is enormous and yellow." at the bottom right of the text is a pale blue ellipse, rotated 45 degrees, and the whole thing is on a plain black background

December 30, 2025 at 5:29 PM

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James Vincent

@jjvincent.bsky.social

another robot highlight for 2025: man wearing humanoid mocap suit kicks himself in the balls

December 27, 2025 at 5:27 PM

Daniel

@danielhart.co.uk

screenshot of despair

A screenshot of a browser tab with the GOV.UK crest and the title "You'll have to start again"

December 27, 2025 at 3:18 PM

Daniel

@danielhart.co.uk

cricket's going well #theashes

(not sarcastic)

December 26, 2025 at 12:29 AM

Daniel

@danielhart.co.uk

Incredible thumbnail on this www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/...

The Archers Podcast - 58. Life after time inside with Susan Carter - BBC Sounds

Emma Freud is joined by Susan Carter to discuss life after time in prison.

www.bbc.co.uk

December 25, 2025 at 8:33 PM

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MazzyK

@mazzyk.bsky.social

Just in case you never saw this on Twitter, it’s a masterpiece of a thread.

Richy Craven @richycraven.bsky.social · Nov 27

The most stressed out I've ever been about Christmas was when I was 16 and I got my first ever job, working at M&S in Dundrum. As soon as I started I kept hearing these myths about the Christmas Eve Waste Sale, where all the food that wasn't sold on the 24th was marked down 90%.

November 27, 2024 at 7:42 AM