My housemate, aka The Mad Cushion Killer.

A tiny, bolshy French horse. Yes.

Mon St Michel, the abbey on an mountainous island. Not pictured: all the tourists in the world, buying all the souvenir tat in the world.

ARCHITECTURE.

Old as old gets, but will never. stop. being. funny.

If I was an artist, this wouldn’t look so horrible.

Michael Jackson at age 40, as predicted in 1985. Billy Dee Williams, innit?
(via @mousenator via @patlike)

Russian Haired Sausage

The Gopher Hole Museum

These are the faces of the enemy: the hacks with a stranglehold on Hollywood scriptwriting. Worse, most of what they do is enormously commercially successful. A terrible precedent has been set.

2000AD, I salute you.

Oh Jesus. Just found a lost disc full of stuff written for PC Format in 2001. It’s like my 22-year-old self repeatedly spitting in my face

Will I break a finger if I vent my stroppiness by repeatedly punching the bag of compost in the garden? I don’t want another broken finger.