An episode of Frasier where Niles has been given his blue tick back and Frasier hasn’t, provoking palpable tension. Frasier eventually resorts to paying for a blue tick before being found out at one of his own cocktail parties, causing Eddie to hide under a cushion.
As I was taking this pic, an elderly man came up next to me and said ‘You know what? I was just thinking the same. Beautiful.’ Then we just stood there silently, gazing dreamily at Macclesfield Aldi.
Been aware of Rick Astley’s deft judgement of a crowd since seeing him play a field in Macclesfield ten years ago where he changed the lyrics of She Wants to Dance with Me to She Watches Darts with Me
Watched a compilation of Peter Cook’s Parkinson appearances then read an extract of a memoir by one of his ex wives and it truly blows my mind how much reckless illicit sex people were having in the 70s while having to rely on landlines and corduroy
A man on a dating app just messaged me to say that he thinks spaghetti is ‘a bit overrated’. Cling tight to your significant others because it’s a jungle out there.
Those first 15 secs of Take On Me before the hook kicks in were put there deliberately to allow time for a woman to scream, jump up and drag her friend onto the dance floor, spilling both their drinks in the process.
Here’s my sister going full John McClane in order to free the hostage, using my nephew’s Viking shield and the motorbike helmet he asked for last Christmas
I’m telling you, you think you’ve known fear in your life, then you walk into a small room to see what has fallen over (you suspect a hoover) and make direct eye contact with an owl swooping towards you. Who needs a drink
Thanks to everyone asking after our studious visitor. It left safely via the window of its own volition (here it is doing some very late Christmas wrapping before winging it back home). We still have absolutely no idea how it found its way in. 🤷♀️🦉❤️
For anyone out there struggling to get people to engage with their tweets: I was on here for ten years before I was able to craft a really popular tweet and all it took was for me to spend NYE at home with an owl. Never give up.
30 years ago today the official England World Cup song was released.
Only five players had turned up to the recording.
They didn't know it was New Order, and potentially the greatest football anthem of all time.
You’ve got to hold and give...
I know I’m learning to grab life by the horns because tonight I used one of the bath bombs I was given for Christmas rather than putting it on a shelf and deeming myself unworthy of it for seven years
My friend and I snuck in to see Four Weddings and a Funeral underage, which means that the most rock n roll thing I’ve done has been to break into a Richard Curtis film.
This 30 year old edition of
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coincides with the first ever copy of Smash Hits I bought from the Spar on my way home from school, yet somehow neither Kylie or I have aged a day.
Me: ‘Excuse me, where are the eggs?’
M&S staff member: ‘You know, that’s the thing I’m asked by far the most. When a customer’s walking towards me, I’m thinking "EGGS EGGS EGGS"’
A date asked me to advise on whether he should omit his academic ranking from his Tinder profile in case it was intimidating for prospective admirers, if you want to know why I look tired
If I ever moan about the BBC in the future then someone please remind me that during lockdown 2020 they broadcast a Giovanni Pernice Argentine tango to When Doves Cry
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Dating apps are easier now it’s ok to say that your main pastimes are things like eating oatcakes and staring into space rather than kayaking in Ecuador
UK dance music in ‘91 sounded like someone in a garage hitting a synth with a sodastream while recording onto a portable cassette player before dropping the tape in a puddle of 7Up then fishing it out again. Love it so much
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Fun how classic American sitcoms finish in the most drawn-out, sentimental way possible while the British ones end with either everyone being abruptly killed or a rat sticking its head out of a box of biscuits.
Evaluating the classics during lockdown is fun eg just watched The Godfather and main thoughts were that it would nice to go on an Italian holiday and also to have a husband
The account of Elizabeth II I’ve found the most personally inspiring this week has been Barack Obama saying that when you visited her she was welcoming, generous and kind, but when she wanted you to leave she’d just look at her watch and say ‘It’s time to go.’
The bassist from Supergrass playing Caught by the Fuzz while wearing a T-shirt with Hugh Grant’s mugshot on it might be the most 1995 thing to have happened
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I used to go out with someone who would laugh at me for keeping hand sanitiser in my bag and always decline to use it if offered. He now has a wife, kids and a newly refurbished home in zone 2, but I think we all know who had the last laugh.
My new-found knowledge that Stephen Sondheim didn’t settle down with a longterm partner until his 60s is going to make me insufferable at family festivities this year.
When I was a child I wrote a letter to the Radio 1 request show asking them to play Never Too Much by Luther Vandross dedicating it to me from me and they did it
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An ex texted out of the blue asking what my three favourite 80s songs are, as if I’m the sort of person who can answer a question like that without making a series of lists and having a full mental breakdown and now I’m wondering if men focus on stuff other than personality
Those in any doubt that I have the domestic skills necessary to thrill a guy should know that today I made a cup of coffee for a tradesman which he described as ‘horrifying’
Never felt more convinced that I’m distantly related to Chris Lowe than on hearing Zoe Ball ask PSB for their favourite memory of Paul McCartney and their replying that it was when they were invited to PM’s farm and CL sat on a kitchen chair and it collapsed beneath him
Just watched The Talented Mr Ripley for the first time. Fun how you can fill a film with conventionally stunning stars at the absolute zenith of their powers and then this guy comes on and he’s all you can see.
Thought I was getting heckled by a man driving a van. Sigh. I take out one of my earphones. ‘Excuse me, do you know where the nearest chip shop is?’ He knew I’d know.
Last night my mum was talking about Brexit while she was v tired and at one point she merged Boris Johnson with Dominic Cummings and called them Doris Cummings and I really think we should stick with this?
Autumn romances should be a more established concept than summer ones. Falling for somebody is statistically more likely when faced with a knee high boot and a pie, everyone knows this.
Went to a Halloween disco last night and at some point between midnight and 2am I was briefly convinced that the greatest record ever made was Poison by Alice Cooper.
Vaguely unsettling to realise how much of one’s sense of routine and stability has been based on bbc4 doing the same thing every Friday and 6music doing the same thing every Saturday