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steveroonie.bsky.social
@steveroonie.bsky.social
Still ticking, still kicking.
Found this book again while rearranging my clutter a couple of days ago. If you're ever running short I can send you some photos and info.
January 27, 2026 at 6:38 PM
Hey babe, what's your sign?
January 27, 2026 at 5:36 AM
Contractual obligation cat pics for January.

Regular visitor Tom displays injuries after a longish life street brawling with other males – a scarred nose and a permanently damaged ear. Rather partial to roast chicken.

Cassie and BB share Cassie's bed near a heat source. BB gave up a minute later.
January 24, 2026 at 6:35 PM
I think he crossed a line in that Davos speech with a large part of the UK population who perhaps had earlier been amused and appalled casual observers. Our previously very careful PM has firmed up his rhetorical stance as well.

Positive points, right?

(Photo from 2018.)
January 24, 2026 at 5:59 PM
Apologies. My use of the word drone was misleading – it was still early here. I meant a delivery robot, as below.
January 16, 2026 at 5:44 PM
McCartney, it would appear.
Built by the Hofner custom shop, I read, and a subsequent limited run was made with blue coloured back and sides.
The latter was advertised for US$4.5K and has sold out!
January 13, 2026 at 7:17 PM
Bingo!
That's the cab partially obscured by the bass drum. Unmistakeable.
January 13, 2026 at 6:35 PM
January 7, 2026 at 6:38 PM
I think I've mentioned in previous comments that my first electric guitar was a Framus Sorento 12 string guitar that I immediately played as a 6. Eventually got lost with a vanishing luthier, sadly.

I'd love one now with a good Warmoth neck. ❤️
January 7, 2026 at 6:33 PM
AKA Stooge#1, Stooge#3, Stooge#2. L to R.
But nobody at all is laughing.
January 6, 2026 at 7:11 PM
Here's doffing my maple cap to you, sir.
January 2, 2026 at 8:03 PM
Ditto.

(Happy New Year, Rick.)
January 1, 2026 at 7:36 PM
Last job of 2025: replace the volume pot on #1 son's pointy Jackson guitar – 4pm 31.12.25.
First job of 2026: stand-in feeder of a dozen or so street cats in a sharp frost – 6am 01.01.2026.

I hope that everyone else has had a fulfilling New Year's Day?
January 1, 2026 at 7:14 PM
Jeez, that was me at 19 years old!
I'll try to find a photo.

Bingo! Alas no sabre.
The moustachioed me doesn't seem to be on the laptop.
December 30, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Got to start somewhere.
December 29, 2025 at 7:44 PM
Madeline Horwath in the Guardian has the right idea.

More seriously, we have to maintain the outrage and keep up the pressure on the entire goat circus next year. I think the cracks in their armour are starting to show. Here and in the US.

But in the meantime . . . 🙂
December 28, 2025 at 9:11 AM
The big doubleya!

Mad.
December 25, 2025 at 8:14 PM
Merry Christmas, Marianne.
I hope the day has lived up to it's promise and that you've had a deeply fulfilling time.
Best wishes from wibbly wobbly Wembley and all the best for a peaceful and happy 2026. 🎄🌟❤️
December 25, 2025 at 4:55 PM
The only answer I can come up with is contained in an Auden poem I spotted on a train a couple of weeks ago.
December 15, 2025 at 6:59 AM
C & C's father, Tom, is getting quite elderly now for a cat who lives outdoors. He LOVES supermarket roast chicken thighs which I break into smallish chunks for him.
I haven't eaten chicken for 30 years but it's always on the shopping list.

The photo is from 2020.
December 10, 2025 at 9:35 PM
Having a bad hair day, plus a little more.
December 8, 2025 at 4:37 PM
Help!
December 8, 2025 at 4:31 PM
Right back atcha.
December 7, 2025 at 5:51 PM
Wrinkly old Wystan seemed to know a thing or two about Tyrants.

(Actually in 1939, and being only 22 then, he was probably still smooth young Wystan. Not the Auden I recognise though.)

Poem spotted yesterday on the Jubilee Line.
December 5, 2025 at 4:34 PM
Hey Rick.
Take it easy, my distant brother.
December 3, 2025 at 8:28 PM