Bit of a damp squib today, but eleven years ago these were the scenes the morning after Diwali.

Colourful empty "Nightmare" fireworks case.Colourful empty "Godstrikes" fireworks case.Large and small empty "Lethal mines" fireworks case.Street corner littered with fireworks detritus, opposite terraced houses.

Into our seventh hour of relentless fireworks.

Happy Diwali in Little India. 🎆

The last three movies I watched all had the same ending: a daughter reunited with her father. 🍿

Blader Runner 2049.

Blonde.

12 Years A Slave.

Where we’re at.

“Humans are complex and flawed.”

“Nazis were only human.”

“Hamas are animals and must be slaughtered.”

“Palestinians don’t count.”

Beer o’clock.

Ten colourful cans of light and dark craft beers stacked in twos alongside the Evri delivery box they arrived in, a copy of 'Ferment' magazine and a couple of 'free' snacks thrown in.

After more than three weeks of Israel’s “targeted” bombing of Hamas in Gaza, Starmer claims that a ceasefire now “would leave Hamas with the infrastructure and the capabilities to carry out the sort of attack we saw on October 7.”

‘Dreamed a dream…’ 🎶

Narrowboat moored by the towpath in front of a footbridge on the Grand Union Canal, with an expanse of black water between the boat and the opposite bank of the canal.

I nearly choked on my favourite muesli while reading 10 ethical brands owned by unethical companies, then threw up after eating my favourite chocolate to make myself feel better.

Signs of the times…

A homeless person's makeshift bed and shelter outside a trading estate premises with apposite signs above the closed doors: Harveys "Come on in..."; Bensons "for beds"; and Dreams "The Bed Specialist".

I learnt a new word today.

Big kid complained that little kid “yeeted” his Lego Pikachu.

I had to look it up.

Yeet: to throw especially with force and without regard for the thing being thrown.