Look away if you’re eating lunch, or about to. Calm and measured assessment of the mood in the Commons from a Tory MP: “we are being offered the choice of a shit sandwich… Or a shit sandwich with extra shit.”

Robert Pest-on. Liz Truss off.

I know it’s a first world problem but moths are now eating their way through their second Paul Smith jumper. Wonder if they’re on commission.

I am here for Dominic Sandbrook and Tom Holland’s giggling on The Rest Is History World Cup podcasts. Feels like we’re not all that far from an “Oh Aggers, do stop it” moment.

Why go through us when it’s easier to go round us? We are the Maginot line. ‘Brits are suffering but for us it’s boom time’: how Brexit boosted French and Irish ports theguardian.com/politics/2023/…

Accompanying media campaign: ‘Careless TikTok costs lives’

I just described someone on a work call as being “on the blower” and now I’m the oldest person in my company by at least 100 years.

Mysterious new adverts from mysterious new sites with mysteriously similar names and descriptions absolutely peppering my Twitter. What are they? Other than blocked.

The news feels relentlessly grim. We’re very close to the time where the government mandates the reading of PG Wodehouse to get us all through.

Such profound interactions with my son.

Introducing the new Chief Scout

I buy much too much from TRiCKETT, if such a thing exists. Love the approach and love the style and quality.

Every time this pops up I remind myself need to Google what it means. Then I forget.

Things can only get wetter

‘I’ve called a general election by mistake’

Don’t tell them your name, Pike.

Mel Stride. But Mel’s failed.