Thing with Vegemíté is that it’s like Marmite, but not fucking awful.

Vegemíté, as pronounced by Gloria in Modern Family.

Every time I open the cupboard that has a jar, it brings me joy.

I lay completely still. Properly, completely still. I focus all my energy on not moving a single muscle besides what I need to breathe.

Then, while doing that, I try to conjure up elaborate fantasy scenes in my mind.

9 times out of 10 I’m gone within five minutes.

10/10 no notes.

First time I DJd, I cleared the floor because I really wanted to hear Angel on big, club speakers.

No ragerts.

65daysofstatic - Wild Light

But the FLAC version I have, obviously.

That album is a masterpiece, as far as I’m concerned. I will never tire of it, and it really gives my speakers a workout.

Perhaps most women wouldn’t, but Bill Cosby might.

LEAVE ME ALONE

I for one am shocked by this revelation. Shocked.

Meanwhile, my supplier, Southern Water, lose tens of millions of litres of water every day through leaks they ‘don’t have the money to repair’, while happily throwing out enormous bonuses.

So you’ll forgive me if I tell them to stuff it up their arseholes, so I can continue having nice flowers in my garden, in a world where everything else feels like it’s falling to shit.

Duct tape the Thinkpad to the gennie and you’ve got a lovely, portable all-in-one.

Perhaps it’s because I’m old, but I kinda hit a wall a few years back where I stopped giving a shit about what famous people had to say on the internet. So on that basis, the move from Twitter to Mastodon was easy for me. Less easy was leaving behind people who I liked, but life is change, and we leave people behind all the time.

Fair play, this is top quality confidently incorrect material.

Yeah man, that shit can be hard and time consuming.

I used to do a podcast. Each episode was around 12 minutes. I’d spend a good eight hours a week on those 12 minutes, around my actual job, and would get about ten people listening. And you know that within half an hour of hearing it, they’ve forgotten it and moved on to the next thing in their queue. It’s hard to maintain enthusiasm for that.

You, The Master Driver, are amply equipped to decide what the true speed limit should be.

The beauty of this comment is that it could be in support of either position.

Do you win or lose if you get to eat the biscuit, or is it just a matter of perspective?

No no no, it’s pronounced “PNG”

So far as I’m aware, their label hasn’t dropped them. Their agents have, but fuck agents. Someone with some stones will snap 'em up in a heartbeat.

Start with their second album, We Live Here. It’s got some incredible, visceral punk on it. The Price of Life, and Humble As the Sun are top notch, but a touch more polished.