31st January 2020
Watching tennis news
Dad: Gosh, she looks different!
Me: That's not Sue Barker. It's Judy Murray.
Dad: Who?
Me: Judy Murray!
Dad: Eh?
Me: JUDY MURRAY!
Dad: Oh… I think her name's Anne Something.
Me: IT'S JUDY… SODDING… MURRAY!!
Dad: Eh?
Me: IT'S JUDY MURRAY!!
Dad: Suzy Who?
Better!
…they meant to say ‘The Better Pitches’!
Nasty little ginger quit
BBC: In full: The Sussexes' statement and the Buckingham Palace response
The Duke and Duchess of Sussex have released a statement saying they intend to step back as senior members of the Royal Family.
(See what I did, there?)
20,000 not out!
Where Carolyn leads, I follow…
I am 20,000 days old today. That's over 169 giraffe years. How the hell did that happen?
It seems like only yesterday that I was banging on about being a mere 15,000 days old. But it wasn’t yesterday; it was exactly one-quarter of my lifetime ago, on 27th April, 2006.
I’m off for a nap.
2019 in a nutshell
So that was 2019. The year truth and common decency ceased to matter. The year a lying oaf won by a landslide. The year people with swastika tattoos celebrated. The year Walkley’s Mill burnt down. The year Australia caught fire.
On the plus side, I took some more photos. So here’s my ninth annual video slideshow review of the year:
(Click the arrows bottom-right next to the word Vimeo to view the slideshow in full-screen mode.)
Consistent as ever, as in the previous eight years, this year’s slideshow contains 97 photos.
Once again, I composed the ambient pap backing track. It is called Pizzi-Carter (see what I did, there?):
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32 not out
I made my 32nd consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied, once again, by Carolyn and her clan.
More photos here.
While I’m at it, compare and contrast…
Tempus does indeed fugit.
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That’s very big of you, Jeremy
Observer: I take my share of responsibility for this defeat, says Jeremy Corbyn
…What percentage of the responsibility would than be, would you say?