TIL that a vintage bus enthusiast with a penchant for tweed clad Tannoys is actually younger than me. Time to start the Sanatogen subscription…
That is by some margin the most adorable thing I’ve seen today 
Towards the bottom right of this image is what looks like a grey verruca on the arse of the World.
On January 15, 2022, Hunga Tonga–Hunga Haʻapai, a submarine volcano in the south Pacific Tongan archipelago, erupted violently.
The explosion was the most powerful properly observed, emitting global shockwaves and triggering devastating tsunamis.
A vast column of ash and gas was injected into the atmosphere. So high was this that the usual methods of measurement didn’t work.
Coordinated parallax measurements have shown that this column extended 17km higher than any previously measured.
The usual limit for eruptive plumes is the troposphere - this went through the stratosphere, where it became hard to measure, and on up into the mesosphere, hitting 57 kilometres in height!
There’s a much larger pus-filled sore to the west.
“Can you show us on the dolly where the continent touched you?..”
Due to poor hand eye coordination, I launched plastic container of M&S chicken and veg soup across the kitchen, causing the container to partially shatter upon contact with the floor tiles.
Genuinely impressed with the gigantic mess I’d created. Soup found its way on and into every surface, crack and crevice within 12 foot of ground zero.
Had toast for lunch instead of soup.
Reading?
That’s really crap.
It’s Prott Rock, opening track on Tarker’s experimental album:,
Tarker, Oysters in the Shag Pile.
It’s so gratifying to see Remembrance Sunday becoming yet another capitalist sales opportunity. 
French. Loaf.
fuck sake, hands in pockets, cunt should sent out to the car park to do press-ups in a puddle.
So is this.
He’d been guarding the donut aisle!