Angus Dunican
@angusdunican
Actor/Comic/Writer/Hot Dad Tendency to show up for stuff. Put me in your thing. Doctor Who: Rep: @bccreativelondon.bsky.social Spotlight:
I’m going on holiday for two weeks very soon. When I get back, these two had better have gotten their shit together.
Just me wondering if, maybe, I can better serve humanity as a carpenter after all…
Weird bit of synchronicity - given yesterday’s news and the below dream
An unexpected source of joy today has been watching guileless YouTuber Jessie Fiddle, struggle to comprehend ‘The Trap Door’.
Something about the figure in the foreground of this shot always unnerved me slightly
My boys are currently addicted to having Michael York read Narnia to them on their YOTO player at night. My deeply rooted protectiveness towards Paris Geller means I’m constantly on edge at the sound of muffled bloviation coming from upstairs.
Great that this Temu riot shield comes with a Doberman that’s been enchanted into the shape of a man.
Impossible to have a favourite, as such, but if we’re after the one that gets snowcloned the most in my house, then it’s this:
Though it may speak to a vein of ‘aren’t I a special boy’ within me, it’s hard to see my name repeated on the toilet check sheet without it having the flavour of ‘WAKE UP NEO’.
Made a weird, horrible, sugary soup out of stale bread crusts and sugar. Let’s see if this fucker can turn into ale.
Normalise having one drawer of your freezer that is literally just loose peas. ‘Oh that? That’s my pea drawer.’
Right, let’s take another swing at this whole midlife crisis thing.
It’s rare for me to miss home with any degree of acuity these days. But a friend sent me this shot of the front from a few days ago and…man. X
SERIOUS MUSICAL/CULTURAL BLIND SPOT CONFESSION: I have never, in any concerted fashion, listened to The Rolling Stones. Obvs, there are songs of their I know and like very much but that’s kind of it. How does one go about doing The Stones?
In this outfit (plus jacket) under lights on the peak day of the heatwave. I was, functionally, inflammable.
Me, walking into the Riot Cabaret wrestling ring, with a steel chair of DAMNING testimony.