Just put me on the rack a la Guy Fawkes and stop pre-death. (I have a visceral hatred of massages, alas)

Excellent! I've got three upper arm ones (two on one side) and then two lower leg ones. The one I forget about is on the far side of a lower leg. But sometimes I turn my leg and go "oH, Hi!!".

I sometimes forget about one of mine and am always gloriously surprised by it.

Oh, what a glorious memory!! ❤️

Tosh! The joy of a tattoo is looking at them in adoration!

I grinned like a fool through every single episode! I am also very happy that it seems to have introduced at least one of the podcasting bros to the concept of bisexuality and I hope he has fun with his new knowledge base.

Every year I do Cook Something From All The Damn Cookbooks where I try and cook one new thing each week from the gazillion cookbooks that I own. This year my other plans are to take French lessons and try and rehabilitate my skill level, and to get better at typewriter typing.

Oh 100% And I do academically know why that came to be (a whole PhD in it, tangentially) but it's so fucking stupid!!

Not tmi at all! Just the depressing reality of medical specialisations. How can it not be connected! There is literal bodily connection! The most gratifying part of my GP telling me I was perimenopausal was acknowledgement that a bunch of disparate Stuff™️ was, in fact, connected! Including teeth!

What a fun and weird book that would be! Though ... could very easily work as a Locked Tomb spinoff I think.

I am also sceptical about his opinions! I used to microwave my base layer right before heading out which did kind of help if I was suitably layered (I wore my back protector to muck out a lot because it was also quite insulating).

Yes! Queer joy with enough real life to not make it feel unrealistic but also showing how kind the world often is and what happiness can be found. Also, decent amount of architecture porn for the middle aged of us.

Not offering diagnosis or advice here, just a memory of being a kid and getting this (I live somewhere warmer now and am not out at 5am mucking out horses). My mother (a nurse) always said it was joint space cartilage swelling and the only real solution was not being in the cold. It fucking hurts!

Very different tonally but still funny and wry.

I was just about to recommend this! Plum In Prison (www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/...) is also very enjoyable.

The hope was rewarded! (One can only assume that the number of "we appreciate that this is logistically difficult, but we are disappointed" emails they got last year made them buck up a little.)

Obviously she and her sister appear to have been raised by wolves. But so do the Stones.

I just double checked to see if I really do need to go out in the cold and somehow I have to remember it's Monday two collections in a row and then Thursday again. I'm doomed.

Windows! Mirrors! The progression from dark hotel hallways and nighttime in cities to sunlight and lakes! Ughhh my grizzled queer hearttttttt.