A saw Heather and I yawning as we rose early to get to Kings Cross Station, all to catch a train north to Newcastle.
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I was going to say this had better be good but, actually, you’re following Blade Runner. This had better be awesome.
The trailer does feel like the right world, and Vengelis may not be doing the sound track but Jóhann Jóhannsson is obviously heavily riffing on his score.
Arrives , despite the trailer end getting me momentarily excited for June (damn, US time formats)
Just watched the first episode of The Grand Tour. Good to have proper Top Gear back!
So, this is Heather’s niece’s Evie’s birthday present (she’s one!). Note the sticker in the middle:

A vtech toy for ages 12 to 36 months
It reads “For your child’s safety, please remove and discard this label before inserting the spinning baby bug [whatever one of those is!]”.

Surely if the sticker wasn’t there at all it wouldn’t be dangerous and need removing
Which begs the question, why not simply not put a label there to be dangerous in the first place.
When you’ve watched a documentary about an online sex toy retailer and the credits thank the Ordnance Survey?? What exactly were they mapping?
I thought I’d mentioned Bob Hoover here before but it was actually during a different life. Anyway, here he is, pouring a glass of tea:
Or you might prefer some aerobatics (without engines, of course):
If angels have wings, he’s the best flyer of them all.
It would have been my mam’s birthday today. I miss her silliness and warmth and wisdom. My life has twisted and turned perhaps more (certainly more sharply) than ever before since she has been gone. I wish she had been there to guide me. I wish I could introduce Heather to her. I wish we could have a silly conversation, and a hug.
I raise a glass of whisky tonight, to the best, to my dwarfy.