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But you can email as an attachment with angry subject line like: Grrrrr! I’m so peeved!!!

Seems this lazy super hero might have a more industrious arch nemesis. The Eraser?

No offence taken wipes cock on curtains.

PowerPlay X-play might not be the widest but they’re big, damn tough and serviceable. Done thousands of miles on mine. Recommend.

Got you. I remember being peeved at the time by how over-rated I felt Carol was, but agree it nails a Christmas aesthetic and is beautifully, gorgeously shot. Merry Christmas viewing!

I’ve got an old copy of Football Against The Enemy somewhere. PM dets. I’ll stick it in the post.

Re. Carol I don't really rate it. Well shot but not even the best lesbian flick of its year, I thought Summer Time was infinitely better.

Really enjoyed The Substance. Was properly out there, they really went for it to deliver something not much less than exceptional. Recommend.

Donkeys. Off church towers.

I’d report that to Fortean Times. Sounds very much like you may have experienced a time slip.

Wherever the party ends up I think an LFGSS ghost bike should be left behind to mark the end of a good thing and commemorate all those who are no longer with us, (i.e. the black logos). Can donate a D-lock.

I adore this site. It brings joy. Will miss it immensely. It’s an oasis of silliness, generosity and respect, a stream of bat’s piss shining out like a shaft of gold amidst the dank corporate malevolent exploitation characterising the majority of today’s internet. Thanks VeloDee, we are not worthy.

Greetings fellow member of the “checked out by Simon Callow” club. Never been on grinny Ki-Ora’s radar, but I did make Katherine Parkinson laugh once.

Second that. When they tried third and final statin on me (water soluble instead of fat soluble, apparently) I was so fucked I’d be crashing on sofa in middle of day instead of getting out on bike for lunchtime loop.

Statins can be a bastard. GPs dole them out like smarties because they are cheap and effective. But if you are intolerant (like me and a surprisingly large proportion of the population) be prepared for some misery until your Doc accepts that maybe they aren’t for you. Bastards tried three flavours on me before accepting that maybe muscle pain gut ache and malaise I was reporting might be side effects of bloody medication they’d prescribed. Luckily no muscle loss which can be a thing - they can literally melt and clog organs! On something else now which seems OK, which is good because apparently I’m genetically predisposed to have mad cholesterol despite healthy diet, tons of exercise etc.

Done. Merton Council very helpful.

Nearly got wiped out on a Tiger crossing on Wandle Trail heading North across London Road/A217 west of Mitcham yesterday lunchtime. Waited for westbound traffic to stop, started to cross when a big white window company van sailed through eastbound, no attempt to stop at all, it just tore across Tiger and adjacent Zebra. Luckily I’d seen it and realised he wasn’t stopping (he was actually gunning it) so full on braking had me stopped before I was halfway across. Caught him at next lights he was rolling window down with profuse apologies even as I approached so didn’t bother to d-lock him. Pathetic scrawny arsed twat, red-eyed with lighter in hand giving off a strong drug-driving vibe. Told him about himself of course. Didn’t get details, but the crossing is a death trap (literally, I think an old guy was killed by a bus there recently) and should be light controlled. So who do I get in touch with about that? Location 51.395373, -0.173440.

Sounds like St. Padwreck’s day.

Gliff. Beautifully written, but slightly less than the sum of its parts. Similarly Juice has some cracking writing regarding enduring climate breakdown and things generally going to shit but turns unconvincing and pedestrian whenever muck and bullets start flying.

I found some foil backed insulating foam floating around the garage and made insoles from that. Works a treat.

You sure? Not…

Heart bleeds. But looking at the state of old Mrs Mac maybe it’s for the best. Lashed to the mast in a force 8 would probably be the death of her.

Still think witch marks. If it was back tyre I’d say check kid isn’t packing spurs on their wellies or toting a sword-cane. If tyre isn’t directional could you flip it to see whether it develops similar damage on a test run? Might be worth a try to save knackering a new tyre if problem persists.

Maybe look at the brake, see whether anything contacts tyre when it’s applied like cable end or whatever. Edit, Ignore. Thought rim not disk.

Seen similar on perishing tyre with lines 100% aligned with ply, but those aren't, suggesting externally inflicted damage. This time of year best guess would be witch marks.