Whatever you do this evening, don’t look directly at the eclipse.

Barry from Eastenders.

The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Transport For Wales right now:

Possession Is Nine Tenths Of The Law.

World Cup fever has gripped my local.

I was interested in the gentleman on BBC News this morning who claims to have invented the rowing thing for the Norwegian football team. This from Amon Amarth last summer.

Well he’s certainly told a few of those.

Someone has carved faces into a dead tree. One of which bears a close resemblance to Keir Starmer.

I said, are you ready to rock?

“We HATE King George. We HATE King George.”

I’m loving the World Cup referees.

I’ve just realised it’s Rik Mayall’s deathiversary. I also just realised that I’ve so far outlived him by a year. 12 years gone.

Yes. Like Planet Mongo.

Mid terms.

One lonely Beastie I be, All by myself without nobody

Strong Severance vibes when Blair said “Praise Keir” (yes I know it’s spelled differently).

If you’re staying in a caravan in Tenby, then come heavy. As there’s something of an insect problem.

From Ynystawe, Swansea. Possible Banksy.

Maybe if I spelled it ‘The Grauniad’?