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Bill Shankly’s done well for himself

Oh wow the club World Cup is still a thing that’s actually happening.

Going to the cricket on Weds and because modern life is rubbish each of us needs to download a new app then rely on my accurately transcribing email addresses to transfer several hundred quid’s worth of tickets either to my friends or out into the either. It’s almost certain to go wrong.

A glorious tale open.substack.com/pub/christia...

Glastonbury is like test cricket. I love having it on in the background as I go about the housework, mostly ignoring it but occasionally giving it my rapt attention.

It’s cliched to be cynical at Glastonbury.

Has matey from franz Ferdinand had his plugs done?

Anna Camp and Jade Whipkey are total Toast of London names.

Booked myself a trip to the tip. Yes that is a Christmas wreath.

Every week I think I’m going to get these. But after 26 years of living away from the Wirral it’s all just sandstone and hedges.

The divide between state school and private school can be overstated, but then I remember my days playing quidditch on a Vileda Supermop.

For my graduation ceremony the honorary degree went to some banker who used his speech to praise the Thatcher government for saving the country and harangued Labour ministers for being terrible oiks. www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

Swapping your fork into your right hand to pick up food

Flying ants are out

I’m pretty sure there was an episode in which he did a version of Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now on the pub Joanna. My sequel would involve a time-travelling Morrissey tracking him down, Terminator-style.

I wholeheartedly endorse this statement

Can’t wait to get my hands on Sabrina Carpenter’s new LP, Smell the Glove.

Just had a nostalgic visit to a boozer which I remember going to for one of my first Christmas dos as a young employee. On that occasion I remember a vicious argument breaking out over the best Jam LP. Great days.

Don’t English footballers have middle class names now? 1960: Alf, Don, Ron 1970s: Mick, John, Terry 1980s: Darren, Gary, Wayne 1990s: Steve, Ian, Matt…the decades since: no idea I haven’t paid any attention.

Just watched the first new one of The Gold. It’s still jolly good fun. I like the strict formula of ‘orange filter = hot country/ brown filter = 1980s England’

Alec Gilroy, walking out of court, 1998

Have been working* on this project** for YEARS and finally completed it yesterday (annoyingly a day after #WorldBookDay, but (shrugs)) Pnin: a 🧵 * or “working” ** or “project”

It’s Kurt Vonnegut’s picture of an asshole isn’t it?

See Alan Bennett’s History Boys for how this works. The Oxford tutorial and union debates system promotes those people who present weak arguments with flair. That’s why the UK is has so many good barristers and bloody awful politicians.