Wulfhelm

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The Yingees do strange things to their food.

Absurd plot asides that ruined otherwise good movies. Robert Downey Jr's flirtation with might have been his daughter in The Judge. Yours?

Hail and Farewell Mr Chekov.

Slim chance I know, but.... Accidentally left on the 114 from Catshill to Worcester, lost around 3pm. Small reward if found.

Tonight on the Mead Hall menu (top table only) rare ribeye steak, chips n eggs with garlicky mushrooms, and herb crusted tomatoes. Lower tables. Herb* crusted spam. Vegetarian/vegan option. Herb crusts. Scraps and scrapings by the leper gate as ever. *despair.

Today in birds I did not see in my garden. The Crimson Finch

An important message.

“I can’t see a makers mark, shall we have a look inside?”

No one ever mentions Alfred & Æthelred’s Literary Critic brother Wellred

Windsor Davies smile.

Good morning.

The laundry scene in Band of Brothers though.

Things that are small and white. West Highland Whites. Tommy Robinson's penis. Edelweiss. Snowdrops.

I think we can all agree that the South North is a shithole infested by not quite northerners who deserve our pity.

I almost thought of that!

Angkor. What.

Rumours has it that Nigel Farage is a traitorous cunt in hock to the Kremlin who'll get his fifteen minutes of fame on Tower Hill. Allegedly.

Sheffield. Why.

If this doesn't cost me followers, I will be very, very disappointed.

Shrivelled what?

I married an American. I have American inlaws. This isn't as close as you think.

Binky is a he. Numb nuts.

I recall reading a thing where the nasty British nicked a huge French submarine. The chief engineer (Scottish) loved the Captain (English) as much as one man could love another. He'd obviously not met the gays, yet.

Black. I should have worn black. CC @johnnynicepainter.eurosky.social

Yellow fanged, tooth a aclawing, light aknawing, comes your Bretwalda, and Yggdrasil be thrice times fucked, or something. From the Prophecy of the Wülf. Which can be found in the oubliette, behind the dragon.

Crackling.

How it started. How it ended.

Today in birds I did not see in my garden. The Roseate Spoonbill.

MERCIA. I AM IN YOU!

Apparently, a toaster is not a suitable gift for a funeral.

Shithole.

Status update. Leaving Derbyshire. Not all of which is on fire.

My demotivational calendar…

That was either The Pop Tarts, Neoprene, The Paper Clips or The Balaclavad Cunts with a piece of prog rock called ”Fairy Doors”. The label fell off the vinyl. Actually maybe it was Crosby and Stills (not young).

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Good morning.

I'm the first to tell any fucker who tells me what to do with my account to fuck right off but I've blocked these two vatnik wank stains. But you do you.

Like Manny Shinwell, I, too keep a special bottle against the day.

Tankies are on Bluesky.

Your Bretwalda reviews: Rogue One Loved it. I hope they make a sequal. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️