When I first went to university, one of my first mates was a very quiet and shy bass player, a Geordie skinhead called Tim. Tim was into getting stoned and listening to Frank Zappa. I never got into Zappa. But I am now.

Those were the days.

Screenshot of a Facebook "Memory" - a cross-post of an Identi.ca post (or "dent") from thirteen years ago: "I wonder if @rpcutts is still on the quiet coach, tied to the toilet seat by a group of unruly children, somewhere between Darlo & Leeds?"

Wife has returned home after being abducted by aliens (scroll down past the football).

Last night, I watched ToryBoy The Movie.

This morning, I watched unelected former Tory Prime Minister and Jewish National Fund patron David Cameron become the UK’s new Foreign Secretary.

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.