Your Monday earworm.

Is the 🌞 finally emerging this week?

Treating Marjorie again today. Could be a prawn cocktail with all the trimmings if she plays her cards right.

Off to Athena today where, being the urbane chap that I am, I'm gonna treat mesen to a dolled-up woman on a melting phone poster.

What you having?

Moulin Rouge Windmill Green's

I shall measure out my childhood in Gee Dee Airfix models: 1 Spitfire, 1 HMS Victory, 1 hovercraft, 1 King Henry VIII, 1 Harrier jump jet and a hundred others. And the Uhu glues and Humbrol paints: the Olive Drab and the Khaki Drill and the Camouflage Grey and the Duck Egg Blue.

All other Doctors are mere locums.

When I'm being ģenerous I can just about stomach the misspelling of 'Ey'. However, the introduction of an aberrant hyphen makes me suspect that this particular enterprise will be more saffron infused quinoa and gluten-free brioche than mushy peas and cobs.

I'm in Mansfield today.

The Emett Clock before it regenerated upstairs.

Oversexed, overpaid and all over our lion.

I'm treating mesen to a foot long saveloy tonight.

Geography homework, 1974.

A better spectacle than F1.

I seem to remember Forest playing about 700 games a season in the late 70s and early 80s, including the Anglo-Albanian Cup, with a squad of 12½ players, so not much sympathy here.

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This how I remember Yates's.

Pics: Martin Parr