This is such a shame, I love Neal’s Yard. You go in there, and they just keep handing you little pieces of different delicious cheeses until you crumble and give them all of your money. It’s such a charming way of doing things, I overspend every single time, and never regret it.

The persistent bullshit cuntery is exhausting. This feels like a tactic, trumpian relentless attention grabbing. Fuck him.

wefwef 🫡

How can you be so bent out of shape as a human to think that fucking over kids at the Evelina is the way to spend your day, to make your daily bread.

I promise not to use the doorbell, instead I shall announce my arrival by throwing acorns at the door.

Free Marcus, fuck these draconian sentences.

Have you listened to’The Retrievals’ the Serial podcast? Terrifying systematic denial of women’s pain.

https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/serial/id917918570

I’ve preemptively taken your advice on board, and the sad reality is that the glut was short lived. Looks like I’ll be going up the road again…

Not just globally, also locally. At my house.