Gonna tell my kids this was the Carpenters

I watch Slow Horses for many reasons, but one of them is seeing how many syllables Gary Oldman can pack into the word “joe”

It’s post-apocalyptic out there. Bruce Spence just flew past in a gyrocopter.

Yep same

Vile stuff

Mixed with Coca-Cola, of course.

Shuddering at the very thought

Neighbourhood teens making a racket with their wild Nobel Prize for Literature announcement parties. A group’s been out in the street chanting “Gerald Fucking Murnane! Oi! Oi! Oi!” for the last twenty minutes. If Murakami gets it they’re gonna be overturning cars.

Haha got that eventually

My contacts in the Swedish Academy have told me that 2024 is R. L. Stine’s year “in recognition of his dedication to the literature of oogedy boogedy and the spook-tacular.”