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Proinsias Ó
@miserykippers.bsky.social
Rat whisperer.
The edible knickers were a mistake if I'm brutely honest.
July 12, 2025 at 9:07 PM
If you start talking about Jesus in a busy lift or train, people will leave you alone. This doesn't work with gangs of volatile teenage boys from Croydon however. If anything, it piques their interest.
June 11, 2025 at 12:06 PM
I filled the Thermos with Guinness Foreign Extra Stout this morning, thinking the cloud would disperse. It hasn't, so now I'm going to have to microwave it, which upsets the other pilots.
June 11, 2025 at 10:59 AM
I got my MC-Hammer trousers out of mothballs over the weekend and am wearing them in the office today. I thought they would work. They haven't. #HRcanTouchThis
June 10, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Pope shoots from the non-artificial hip.
Pope Leo XIV: ‘There Couldn’t Be A Better Time To Get The Fuck Out Of America Forever’
May 9, 2025 at 9:56 AM
So, the US is basically Argentina with money now. Or have I misread the situation?
January 21, 2025 at 9:46 PM
Oaf of office.
January 20, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Betty Boo, not Betty Boothroyd. #Honestly
December 10, 2024 at 11:45 AM
It's sunny in south east England today. But never fear for it's always pissing down in my heart. #UpWithPeople
December 3, 2024 at 12:15 PM
I had to do free weights today for the first time - physio's orders. Don't tell anyone, but I actually enjoyed it. Next stop 'roid rage and wearing lycra t-shirts whenever it's above 10 celsius.
November 22, 2024 at 4:51 PM
Reposted by Proinsias Ó
Enjoying this photo of the young John and Pauline Prescott in which they appear to be a turbulent young couple in a televised play by Alan Sillitoe
November 21, 2024 at 2:34 PM
“Stuffed Olives” - a mucky book in which all the models are named Olive. “The perfect stocking filler,” Top Gear Magazine.
November 22, 2024 at 8:29 AM
“They discovered only a small asteroid inhabited by a solitary old man who claimed repeatedly that nothing was true, though he was later discovered to be lying.” #MakeMagratheaGreatAgain
November 20, 2024 at 3:53 PM
Life-sized Christ made from pine cones. Festive? I should say so.
November 20, 2024 at 12:14 PM
I've been wearing polo necks since the clocks went back, which means I no longer have to shave my Adam's apple. And I look a bit French. I occasionally drink Lemsip out of a Pastis glass to hammer home the point.
November 20, 2024 at 11:40 AM
It's colder on the moon, and we have Bovril, which they don't. So there's that.
November 20, 2024 at 10:02 AM
It's been dark since about two thirty this afternoon. No, the sky, I mean.
November 18, 2024 at 4:29 PM
Mrs Ó and I went to see Henning Wehn's new show, Acid Wehn, on Saturday. It's a masterful takedown of dinner-party hand wringing over climate change. "We went to the Seychelles for a long weekend, but we've stopped using plastic straws."
November 18, 2024 at 11:46 AM
Well, this is nice, despite the smell of new underlay.
November 17, 2024 at 10:44 AM