Marvel are scraping the barrel now.
Day Two of Calorie Counting Update: Borderline Dead.
You’ve got no chance when you’re up against twelve men, the Gods and the ancestors.
I’m starting to get anxiety now about people hugging me in the street. I might just say that I’ve got eggs in my pockets.
I managed to get this photograph yesterday while we were driving through Prestwich. It’s a mural, created in 2019, of Victoria Wood, who was born in that town.
Heading North is of course a compulsion with me, too, though her full joke includes the punchline: “Even in Tesco, I head straight for the freezer cabinets on the back wall.”
Seeing it took me right back to the 80’s, laughing at this northern ballad of frisky Freda and the poor, beaten Barry. Give it a watch, those of you not from the north of England may have to give it a couple of goes to catch the lyrics. Google may help, too!
An Inuit man warms up his wife’s feet in Greenland, 1890s. Or me to my wife when she’s forgot to put the electric blanket on, Manchester, 2020s.
Have a great weekend, everybody. Maybe invest in some warm socks.
See you on the flip side.
A London to Manchester train was delayed because a cat was a hitching a ride on the roof and refused to come down.
For two and a half hours. Welcome to lockdown.
It’s New Year’s Day today on Mars. I bet their pubs weren’t closed last night.
Russian villagers in 1928, listening to the radio for the very first time.
And not one of them is dancing.