Forget Paddington. The patterned glass appears to have been designed by Jeremy Clarkson.

Cry 'Havoc!', and unbox the cats of war.

Me and the co-founder of OpenAI are identical. Except, for me, for 'agents' read 'cats'.

The camera never lies, but it obscures the fact that the scallop was the size of a small baby.

For peace comes dropping slow.

Antisemitism.

The vintner awaits.

Dink turning his back in horror, after user error introducdd coffee beans into his kibble bowl.

I mean no slight to the art of taxidermy, but this one looks overstuffed.

Next year's Mackenzie Crook series reveals its premise.

In a non binding resolution, the international criminal court has ruled that dental records are sufficient evidence to convict in the notorious case of the pistachio Lindt.

The tulips are showing and the deer are sprouting.

They have a box each, and are sleeping angelically. Also, one of them has vomited on my slippers.

If you build it, they will come.

Sometimes you suspect Americans don't have a natural affinity for understatement & irony.

Taking a spray can to Churchill's statue & quoting Joseph Epstein: “Winston Churchill pronounced Nazi as if it rhymes with snazzy, and, as far as I am concerned, he was richly entitled to do so, having defeated the bastards.”

The BBC has actually reported that "in a worst case scenario" the Iranian state might fall. bbc.co.uk/news/live/cn5g…

Defacing Churchill with spray paint would be more honourable.

I am trapped in a tasting menu where a nice young man insists on spending more time telling me about each wine than it takes for me to drink them. I appeal for your sympathy.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have survived. The genepi helped.