It’s all coming out now.

Gregg Wallace sacked from MasterChef as 50 more people make claims to BBC News: bbc.com

Current 📷

A digital display shows a countdown from a specific date and time, providing the age in years, days, hours, and weeks, along with key milestones.

Confessions of a failed pop star.

Happier here, yeah? No, not really. Vertical 📷

A person wearing a red jacket stands in front of a body of water with the Washington Monument in the background.

The then London Mayor’s chief of staff shares his memories of twenty years ago today.

Echo 📷 and the Funnymen?

Two album covers are displayed: one with the text "Why Do They Call Me Mr. Happy? No Means No" and the other featuring "Elvis Costello and the Attractions Get Happy!!".

📷 Fragments. I imagine this is what the inside of knee looks like now.

A close-up of a tree bark reveals deep cracks and textures, with a prominent crevice in the center.

Oh ffs! I think I might have done my ACL.

Big kid persuaded me, against my better judgement, to join in with the parents’ race at Sports Day this morning. As the younger, fitter dads rapidly moved away from me I felt something go in my right knee and hobbled in pain to the finish line.

A person with a knee brace is sitting on a red cushion, with a fan and various objects in the background.

With all the hot weather I’ve been eating nothing but salad, fresh fruit and ice pops for what seems like the last few weeks. I’m fed up with it. This morning I tried to use some leftover olives, peppers and halloumi in an omelette. I probably used too much, but the olives and halloumi were overpowering.