Not another new flavour. We’re only just getting used to umami.

Today, I will spend much of my day here: the Couronian Spit.

Post a perfect album from the 90s that isn't Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam or Alice in Chains

Post a perfect album from the 90s that isn't Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam or Alice in Chains

Our holiday accommodation is very nice. But, truthfully, I’m baffled why the fridge has been made to look like a dog.

Yes. Anyway, feeling positively Baltic now:

Outside the station:

We’re now on our way again.

We’re changing trains at a place called Kaišiadorys, in case you wondered what the middle of nowhere looked like.

Thank you. Today we’ve been looking at Kaunas’s magnificent art deco buildings:

Very comfortable weather for eating lunch outside:

You don’t really know you’re on holiday until you’ve climbed up to take in the view from some centuries-old bell tower, do you?

The wildfire action has spread to Brixton Hill:

You can just see @countbinface.bsky.social preparing to get on the stage here:

Short and to the point press release just in from the @libdems.org.uk:

I unusually turned up at an event today wearing a t-shirt. I was puzzled why everyone worked out whom I represented. Then I remembered which t-shirt I was wearing.

Best picture I got of him (sadly):

He evaded us, in a taxi:

I and other reporters are at the Euston-Finland station awaiting the arrival of comrade Burnham’s sealed Pendolino.

A whole story of the tragedy of recent decades of British newspapers here in the spelling in this headline in the once-great Daily Express:

Puny turnout in Parliament Square:

How mine looked:

I stopped this morning to pay my respects at the ghost bike that’s now been set up to mark where a truck killed a woman in her 20s on April 29 at the Oval. It’s such a tragedy when people pay with their lives for deciding to cycle to work.

Useful for police manhunts, though:

Evidence:

And congratulations to everyone:

I wonder what Jeremy Bentham would have thought if told that in its 200th year UCL’s communications team would no longer know the difference between “your” and “you’re”.

I’ve spent my day watching scenes like this.

This is a picture from last Friday, from as close to the source of the Severn as I could get with a bicycle. It’s extraordinary to think some of this water will make it to the Bristol Channel.

The first elections where all four of our family had a vote. #DoglessAtPollingStations