I have discovered I have a gift/knack for crushing monkey nuts with my fingers in a very efficient manner.

This is most pleasing.

Fish & Chips or Mixed Grill?

Choices. Choices.

Bill Bailey (as Manny) had a Little Book of Calm in the sitcom ‘Black Books’.

The nearest thing I’ve found to this in liquid form is Blood Orange TRIP (Mindful Blend).

I think if everyone drank this, road rage would plummet.

Loads to sort out today. If you have a spare pair of arms could you lend them to me until tomorrow. Thanks.

Is pansexual when you get frisky holding a Wok? 😉

What’s better? Tune of the Day or Song of the Week?

In my sidebar I’m linking to the song that is currently stuck in my head, which happens to be Babycakes at the moment.

Don David is an amazing wine. It’s quite sublime.

A golden era bodybuilder called Ric Drasin used to say: “I’ve got some stories to tell. Come on in and I’ll share them with you”

What a lovely way of welcoming in a stranger.

Thursday is here. It’s not just another day, it’s another opportunity.

They say if you name an insect you can’t kill it.

Try telling that to George the Spider who I squashed this morning.

(Just kidding. He’s fine! ;-))

One day there will be a Robot Assistant in your house. One might be called Brian. Robots can do empathy better than men if the AI training model is ‘on point’.

When this happens, you will have instances where women turn to their partners and go, “Why can’t you be more like Brian. He understands”

And the bloke will think, “I hate Brian. He’s a robot prick.”

Babycakes – The one-hit wonder song I was reminded of from yesteryear, is still taking up unpaid rent space in my head.

No wonder it got to No.1.

Show me grilled mackerel, brown rice and two diced eggs… and I’ll show you a happy man.

Me.

Even when you think there is no point, there still is. And that’s the point.

Visited my grandparents at the crematorium today, with my mate.

We were followed around by crows…

The sunshine turned into a blizzard. Welcome to the UK. The only country where you have to go out with a t-shirt AND an umbrella.

I have a formula for a restful sleep but it involves effort.

Step #1: Train like a mentalist for at least 1 hour.
Step #2: Do not drink any alcohol
Step #3: Go to bed.

Insomniacs have never had it so good.

Ooh look, it’s nearly Summer ☀️

Further to last Fragment. You get the idea…

If you combine AI with your imagination, you can be Willy Wonka.

That’s my plan anyway. Everlasting gobstopper anyone?