Ian Martin
@ianmartin
The Thick of It. The Death of Stalin. Veep. The Hartlepool Spy. Epic Space. Broken English. Avenue 5. Unhinged, and other books. Guardian, Architects' Journal, iPaper, Observer, whatever. Grandpa. STATE PENSIONER.
Whatever, Odysseus, here's a meteorological Battle of the Gods' Weather Systems, St Bees, Cumbria, March 2026.
For God's sake, there's enough cynicism around, can't we give the guy five minutes to find his feet?
keep seeing this face and all I can think every time is God bless @stephencollins.bsky.social
RIP, the most terrifyingly attractive woman ever to be a sitcom character. ❤️
Mel Brooks. What a triumph he's still alive. The Producers has been my favourite film for decades now. Just ridiculous. Remember my 9 year-old granddaughter doing the concierge perfectly: "those filthy, disgusting, lice-ridden boids..."
The version of Electric Counterpoint on here is perfect. I seem to remember Reich saying the same...
It's Sunday, it's Peebles, the sun's shining, it's perfect, apart from the 'no rhyme for Peebles' thing. None of your queebles or whatever.
About the only thing on here that's not depressing is people for some reason posting their Bluesky headers, so yeah, here you go here's mine.
From 10 years ago. Liz Gerard, who doesn't seem to be active on here, compiled this from half a year's Daily Express front pages. It's a concise answer to "why oh why do people fear immigration?" All this leading up to the Brexit vote.
🎼 Where's your money from? (crypto money from) Where's your money from? (crypto money from) Where's your money from? (secret money from) Far, far away...
Much cooler here, way up the Cumbrian coast. Still managed to get heatstroke, like a complete wanker.
