style control damage aggression. my next book, FOUR STARS, which people have said some very nice things about, is out April 11. you can pre-order at the link
forgot that mum thing mums do where they leave things on the stairs for u to take up with u. just constant neat little piles. see an ibuprofen pack, an off-brand phone charger and an empty water bottle on a stair and know: a mum has been here, recently, and might still be around
my favourite replies are the ones that are like 'umm?? you didn't encapsulate the entirety of the human condition in this tweet........,, please be mindful'
for a long time i have been fascinated with a very particular concept, which is 'small town pathological liars'. if you grew up in a small town you knew one of these directly. i would love to know the lies you have been told
hey it's me, a landlord with a twitter account. thanks for the 60% of your wages every month but could you also like me as well please? for some reason it's very important that you like me
simply can’t trust people who don’t leave the tea bag to steep in the cup for a bit. you think you can get enough depth of flavour just by squashing it a lot with the back of a teaspoon? the arrogance. the ego. leave the room and walk away from it
'if the parents didn't smoke and have a big tv they wouldn't be in poverty' and 'if millennials didn't eat avocados and drink lattes they could afford the house' are spiritually the same thing. there's no right way to spend money if you don't have it
been thinking of some fun new rules that might improve football. first one is: whoever wins the penalty has to take it, unless they are so injured they have to be substituted, in which case the sub has to take it with their first kick
Grealish and Barkley in the same team guarantees an old school, Ayia Napa-style tabloid sex scandal some time this season and on current form it will happen tonight
I am an Apprentice wake-up time truther. they are not getting a phonecall at 4 a.m. they are not leaving the house at 4.20 a.m.. the sun is always up when they answer the phone. the guy is not on the door of the Savoy to greet them at half-four in the morning. WHY LIE
police stopped me in tesco buying a three-pack of cornettos. asked to inspect my hands for clapping. 'not red enough'. the cones go back on the shelf. i'm tweeting this from a riot van
sounds like your business is struggling a little in the time of co-vid. sorry to hear that. i, obviously, have been completely financially unaffected, so i'll be happy to help you out
wish i was toby. wish i was an absolute fucking moron. never had a thought in his life. every time an emotion comes up just go in the garden and do 80 kick-ups. bliss. i'd be delirious if i were him
remember those kids who turned their eyelids inside-out at primary school? wonder if they're all in the same prison now, or spread across all different ones
tesco advert at the moment where tess daly says, "i'm dedicating a thai-style cod dish to stephen mulhern". think it might be one of the most deranged sentences uttered in human history. it chills me to the bone
every autumn i'm like 'yum yum yum, cosy little season, layers upon layers of jumpers and cupping hot drinks with my soft little hands' and then it rains sideways for six straight weeks before instantly becoming winter
no single landlord in the uk is going to let any single one of us suspend rent payments even if every job in the country is legally suspended for two months. just thinking peacefully about how bloody the riots are gonna be when that happens
erling haaland is wonderful at football but there is something so deeply, uncomfortably monstrous about him. i just feel like the US army were involved in him somehow. there's a bunker full of misshapen erling haalands buried under a desert somewhere, heading each other to death
@OwenJones84
every day i log on to this website just to try and rattle people and every day i fail. and all you have to do is tweet "clean your own house" and people's brains fall apart. it's not fair
hey it's me, the third party. i did this. i was in the pub and 60 seconds after the final whistle blew on the most important football game of my lifetime i decided to hack a random estate agent's no-follower twitter account to do racism. i'm sorry and i won't do it again
me: we have a once in a generation opportunity to rebuild the working office day by eradicating presenteeism, initiating flexible start and stop times and admitting the human brain simply does not have eight hours' of focus in it a day
my boss: see you at 9am
would die for gareth southgate obviously but i don't think he'd want me to do that. i'd... collect tesco schools vouchers for gareth southgate. i'd get a smartmeter fitted on my boiler
if only the fickle youth would give up their £5.99 Netflix subscription, they could afford the average first-time buyer property in a mere 36,727 months
ah, what's this? a page from a newspaper she thought "you'd find interesting" along with some socks you took off in front of the telly last night because the heating was set to 40 degrees. mums are nearby
[me, when my tax goes to the direct neighbour of a tory mp who had some fairly good banter with them for six minutes once at a dinner party]:
[me, when my tax money goes to feeding a child over half term]: hold on a minute. hold on a minute. how big's his mum's tv?
the present most people want is fancy olive oil. they begrudge paying for it themselves but it can cost less than £25, the perfect gift price. it always gets used and they don't have to permanently have something ugly in their house due to a misplaced sense of gift guilt
haven't had a cold all year whereas i used to have one every 3 months like clockwork. does make me worry what i was doing before that was making me so sickly. using a cashpoint and just immediately putting my fingers in my mouth. letting bus people cough directly on me. what
nice tier system you have here.... shame if someone were to...... introduce an unprecedented tier 4, at six days' notice, knowing hundreds of thousands will deliberately ignore the advice so the government can blame the public for the spread instead of ill-planned policy......
[me at Nike HQ, six months ago]
me: yeah i sort of changed the colours of the little flag on the collar. looks cool isn't it?
John Nike, Head of Nike: yeah
me: people'll be normal about it, won't they?
John Nike: yeah
LOVE HAVING TO DOWNLOAD AN NEW APP EVERY TIME I GO TO PUB. LOVE HAVING TO CREATE AN ACCOUNT AND PASSWORD. LOVE SCROLLING THROUGH A GIGANTIC LIST OF EVERY COUNTRY ON EARTH JUST SO I CAN PUT 'U.K.' ON MY BILLING DETAILS. LOVE STANDING OUTSIDE TO GET ENOUGH SIGNAL TO DO ALL THIS
thinking fondly about calculating the £10-per-head discount at someone's birthday meal at a 16-top byob vietnamese restaurant on kingsland road where everyone wants to pay separately on card
if you're bored in isolation please, please, do NOT watch 'the stranger' on netflix. it absolutely sucks ass. complete waste of multiple hours of your life. i know we are all bored but we must NOT succumb to sub-standard entertainment
listen we know a lot of you hate the grinding systems in place that keep you poor + tired + commuting to an artificially expensive city, living with five flatmates with no prospect of ever buying or having a pet. but we really need you to go back to the office and maintain it
(this is part of a wider thought experiment: if Man City win the league again, I think the FA should announce 24/25 as 'silly season', with a number of fun temporary new rules)
is there a text template i can send my mates saying i don't want a picnic this weekend because we're still in lockdown but makes it clear that i am NOT a nerd or a square
first night out after this is going to be like fresher's week but instead of asking what a-levels u did the tedious conversation starter will be "so how was isolation" and everyone will answer the same way: it was fine but it was boring
something you have said offhand in public is almost certainly an in-joke for an entire group of people you don't even know exist. this is true of every person alive
sadly announcing my decision to unfollow the hashtag ‘
#londoncheapeats
’ in instagram after this man threatened to eat a third of a block of powerful cheese to keep his extortionate breakfast costs down
what can be finer than guessing footballer's ages? you, a mate, three pints, some scampi fries, and wikipedia in a browser not the app. bliss. how old's matheus pereira?
yesterday afternoon at the pub i popped out, went to a toy shop, and bought everyone back a Hot Wheels. it was hands down the greatest drinking move of my life. everyone's still talking about the Hot Wheels even now. world class. take this tip and use it wisely
insane to me, still, how smalltime the facebook marketplace is. they just introduced it one day and never improved it. "wow cool billion dollar website you got there. be a shame if.........someone put the planet's shittest car boot sale on it for no reason"
so they took him out of a sex hotel built solely for his enjoyment and just dumped him back on some island. and that is supposed to be a treat. take diego back. let my man fuck
this Insulate Britain thing ends with someone actually driving through them, by the way. there will be injuries and outrage and then a yougov poll will find the majority of the country were on the drivers' side. after a very public trial they'll get off with a £600 fine
mad how we still blame rats for spreading the black death, isn't it. based purely on the evidence of the past week it was actually spread by people who 'won't let a virus tell them how to live their lives!' and kirstie allsopp