There’s a new remake, made by those cretins over at 5.  It’s dire.  

I quite like this concept. I don’t see air travel going back to the same levels of people jam-packed into a metal cylinder for a few years. Can’t see my company wanting to indulge in this, however. Our mantra is “train first, fly last, drive never”.

You’re going down, Shure!

There was a cinema here in Glasgow, the former ABC cinema, which was well-known for three things - they had woodchip lining the hallways that had been spray-painted with an industrial-grade stainproof purple paint, the toilets were notoriously filthy (I don’t think they ever got cleaned until the ABC became a music…

Ah well. Meanwhile, Simone Ashley was one of the stand-outs from Sex Education, especially in season two.

No spoilers - but this week’s Sam+Bucky Road Trip episode is good. Like really fucking good.  

So, I take it DC just can’t be arsed making exciting new content for the fans now, no?  

Damnit, Gomez, I was hoping to find out that he and his shitty, shitty family had been exiled to a small rock in the middle of the northern Pacific. You got my hopes up for a minute. You monster...

BTW, Marnie?  That corndog?  That’s a fucking war-crime right there.  *contacts The Hague*

For me? It’s seafood. Or rather, Loch Fyne Braden Rost kiln-roasted smoked salmon. (Braden Rost is Scots Gaelic for roasted salmon, which I always find funny. Sort of like you basics ordering a chai tea latte in Starschmucks. You want that tea tea milk extra milky or not extra milky?)

This is why I love going out with a guy whose father has a whisky club membership. He gets free bottles of the good shit (and I’m talking good Scottish whisky) sent to him every two months but he ends up giving us a bottle every two months or so.  I priced up one of them the other month and, well, that whisky is for…

Mate, what you need is something like this. My mother got my stepfather to make her one (I don’t know why - her kitchen is three times the size of mine *rolls eyes) and she just slides it onto and over the sink when she needs to.

I feel your pain.  Ladles are my kitchen nemeses!

Okay, Doublewide, back in your lot.

Oh, that just made me cackle in a very dark and evil manner.

Just coming on to say this. Poor wee man, thought he’d created some fun, funky new pasta as well.

I’ll try anything deep-fried once. (no, I’ve never been to Glasgow, but I’ve been meaning to go.)

Ah, good for her!

Not amused at Netflix getting the rights. Their output is usually shite (Emily in Fucking Paris, To All The Boys (Who Should Really Be Telling Me To Get Some Damned Fucking Therapy), That Film Whose Name I Cannot Recall And Can’t Be Arsed Googling But Wasted The Glorious Man That Is Theo James, Ibiza, etc) and I can’t…

“Trolls, racists, bots, incels, and fanbois and fangurls be damned.”