swimble.bsky.social
South London born co-owner of the Bookseller Crow on the Hill in Crystal Palace, chippy
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Genius!
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I should have just microwaved the salad into soup obvs
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Ooh I wonder if petty cash can spring one for behind the till. Spinal Tap style up to 11
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I’m the idiot that brought salad. Had to put the heater on to warm my hands up enough to get the lid off the dressing.
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To be fair, Portland Road was about as near to the parade bus that we got thanks to the old bill deciding someone was going to have an eye out if we got any closer
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Done. Should be in tmoro. And it did suddenly did get a tiny bit busier so I stopped talking to myself..
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Haha! Yes. Us too. I wouldn’t be without having cinema at the end of our street but the medieval feast while Chalamet gargled was a whole other layer of interpretation. That said, I found the Brutalist was mightily improved by several brandy & gingers. But I sipped those quietly, promise
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The comfort of the sofas makes it just this side of bearable mostly but no kidding, this time, full salon, it was nearly too much. It’s a spenny way to have someone’s clever art overwritten by audible pizza
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Went to see the new Wes at the Everyman this week and yep, food & drink during the movie is part of the experience you buy into there, so not griping about that. But christ there was someone up the back crunching so loud, I thought it was Anderson signature soundtrack schtick
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And the arrogance of the assumption that everyone wants to stay here, in cold ridiculous Brexitland, once they’ve done their visiting
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The irony for most of us caught up in the Unbound collapse is that we’d chosen them as a way of blending the two options, as a stopgap because our usual access to gatekeepers (and their cash) within the traditional industries had tightened.
They were the fucking lifeboat.
They stole the lifeboat.
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I won't say precisely how much money that was but it was a LOT. Many, many people, in talking about this utter fiasco, including here on Bluesky, have said "How can this be legal?"
I shouldn't be shocked by any of this, probably, considering all the other hollow promises the company made, but I am
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Long and short of it: Unbound went bust, owing many writers £££, reinvented themselves as Boundless, made a public pledge to pay the writers. But oh gosh, what’s this? Surely not? www.thebookseller.com/news/unbound...
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Fun fact. I was nearly born on the 468
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Excellent. Love a dad joke. As for the fox, Jon being a Leicester fan aswell, there was a joke I could’ve made about it being too late to be rescued. But it’s his bd.
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If I see a wreath of feathers on the patio, I always think of happy fox cubs when dad or mum comes home with dinner. And hope that as pigeons are such donuts, they didn’t see it coming
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Noci..
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Haha, yes! “Not for EU” - in your dreams, Dyson. Like they’d touch them with an
extendable barge pole in a hazmat suit.
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Merci! I’m petty as well as chippy
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Bless them
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Omg. Reminds me of my daily commute to Dorking Grammar when kids scraped off the slam door signage from Please Lower Your Head to Fleas Love Your Head on every single carriage
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Obvs I didn’t take myself. But I remember the car journey with a very glamorous sales woman who was side hustling her modelling career