Fr. Spodo Komodo
@drraulduke
A naturally slothful person, sluggish and indolent. A dawdling flaneur, content to waste his life.
@theednawatkins.bsky.social Any chance of adding this one to the list? 👀
Improvise, adapt, overcome. We’ll roast off whatever pork-adjacent fruit and veg i can rustle out the fridge, stick some cider in it and go for a roast rather than a slow cook.
Shift-work body clock had me awake anyway, so I stuck the McGregor fight on. Only to see the world’s most exhausting hard man, aspiring culture warrior and serial misogynist come out swinging like a smackhead in Wetherspoons and immediately fuck his own knee.
Sent 3hrs down to London to bring a train back only for them to cancel it just as I arrive.
My family’s from Strabane, and seeing it shortlisted for UK Town of Culture 2028 has completely recalibrated my understanding of what “culture” can mean.
Some speak of paintings or symphonies that reshaped them. I think of this one unexpected work of art. It found me rather than the other way round. Raw, uncompromising and strangely profound. I left emotionally altered, carrying its image with me ever since.
Work is “relaxing uniform standards,” in the heat for the next three days. Time to test their resolve.
Decided to spend vastly more money and time making a curry rather than just ordering one because I am what most people would call: “A fucking idiot.”
In a stunning display of peak village-cricket, two dogs from the pub over the road have stolen the ball. You just don’t get that at Trent Bridge.
Less than a day after a driver was killed on the railway, I'm watching a Reform candidate who’s never sat in a cab recast a fatal crash and a planned engineering shutdown as 'nationalisation' and 'union militancy.' Farming engagement off a dead man's railway. I can't say how contemptible it is.
The car insurance call centre appears to be in South Africa. Which seems a…… bold choice.
