Tom Freeman
@tomfreeman
Occasional editor and writer. Purveyor of half-baked opinions. Intermittently able to make my nieces laugh. (SnoozeInBrief on Twitter) My blog on usage, editing and suchlike:
Last year I heard the news that dark chocolate Toblerone, which sounds amazing but I'd never come across it, was being scrapped. Today, somehow, I saw some in the shop. Time to try it! (Only a small bar so I'll have to eat loads to get the correct Toblerone experience)
Google's AI nonsense generator is now delivering search results from the future
When you see the cygnets out of water, you get a much better sense of how big they've grown. Eight weeks ago all five of them would ride on mum's back! #NewRiverBirds
Nope, sorry, my mistake - it's a repeat of a series from a few years ago
The way the cootlings bob with the little wave created when their parents dive for food #NewRiverBirds
The cygnets are far too big to be preyed upon by herons, but they're still wary of them #NewRiverBirds
I love the chirpy noddy little conversations the cygnets have #NewRiverBirds
The only other thing I liked about her was her fondness for her cats, and the pleasingly terrible poetry she wrote about them www.annwiddecombe.com/ann-widdecom...
Turns out it's the original 1982 release. A leaden atrocity. Oh, and the notorious happy ending scene, which I can confirm is as bad as it sounds.
The duckling adorableness continues. Plus a very subtle swan guest appearance #NewRiverBirds
Ducklings! Mum is making sure they stay out of the way of the giants #NewRiverBirds
Some years ago I decided that regions were a less useful concept than travel zones 1-7. Obviously focused on London, which is the centre of the UK and indeed the world
Just opposite Wandsworth Road station. Goes back over a century (this pic from 1909, London Picture Archive). From Google streetview, I see that they changed the signage at some point between 2017 and 2024... but kept the name. It has a 4.9/5 rating.
Not entirely sure if a day when I'm feeling quite hot and drowsy is the ideal time to start a 1200-page mock-Victorian mystery saga, but heck, I'm willing to give it a go
Here's the entry from Jeremy Butterfield's 2015 edition of Fowler - it's largely a UK/US thing:
These things are always older than you think, but even bearing that in mind I was still surprised to find it going back to 1617