I cried three times on Tuesday. First to my manager because of my workload at the moment. Then on the train home whilst listening to Dolly Parton. Then after overcooking an oven pizza because I thought I had set a timer and I hadn’t. I still ate the pizza.

Sense8? Literally the queerest happy ending ever.

So weird to hear Royal Crown Derby mentioned. I went on a school trip to the factory when I was in primary school and still live only 20 minutes walk away. It’s named after the city in which it is located, Derby (pronounced dar-bee) rather that being like a racing derby.

In Matt Fraction’s comic Sex Criminals issue #6 they had a list of euphemisms at the back not to use when referring to your partner’s genitalia: