Blastronaut

Reminds me I'm needing get some new trainers. Back in the Doc's having just worn through the sole of last favourite pair of gutties. I couldn't be seen in these parts wearing those orange and blue fuckers though, they would attract the attention of the the heavy contingent of weird handshake folk and all manner of awkwardness would ensue when I step into my new local, which is a stonesthrow from the masonic hall and appropriately called The Empire. Trying to get back on topic (though it doesn't really fall under materialism) I've just spent a small fucking fortune on child safety devices having (thankfully) just noticed none of our upstairs windows lock and are massive safety issue for kids bedrooms. Spent a good hour after that wandering around the new digs looking for ways the kids could easily kill or seriously injure them. Probably went a bit overboard and will return half of it once the windows are child-proof and I've reeled myself back in from "oh fuck this place is a deathtrap, I've made a huge mistake" mode.

Dunno how much luck will really help tbh man. The only thing that would likely guarantee an easing of the pressure is probably a total frontal lobotomy.

In other news, after months of delays we finally got the keys to the new house today. You'd think with all this extra time we'd be more prepared to move but it's opposite. Totally blindsided by it, came from out of nowhere. Half the shit we'd packed up months ago and put in the storage unit is already back here and unpacked. I'm currently only two cans deep and I'm already wandering around what has been castle blastronaut for 11 years shouting "how the fuck did you get back here?." at inanimate objects.

I'm only disappointed that this is the Telegraph and not Peter Hitchens writing for Mail.

Pretty solid plan! Is that a wee class 5? If you ask me, what you really want to be doing is getting a shot of the RM into that old Vox! The original Rangemasters were designed before pedalboards were really a thing and were basically meant to be "always on". About the size of a lunchbox and would sit above or out of sight of amp head, rather than something that would be toggled on or off for a bit extra during certain passages. Gallagher and May were both single coil>Rangemaster> AC30 for their core sound most of their careers from what I gather. It's heavily speculated Rory's RM was modified over time but I'm not totally convinced and have my own hair brained theories. Iommi Blackmore almost definitely had theirs modded to be less centered on treble to my ears, but fucked if I know exactly when they used it or what amps they were running at the time.

"I'd give you the guided tour but I'm currently overseas, had to flee the UK following rape and human trafficking allegations. Anyway, I just checked your OnlyFans, fancy meeting up in Romania?" Fucking grim like.

Totally agree. I actually enjoyed the first few seasons and the Tolkien fan in me had invested in it enough to get the first book. My bugbear with Tolkien was all the sporadic pages of (mostly shit) poems and prose for padding. Martin seemed to ditch that in favour of just padding shit out with pages of intricately describing chainmail and armour. For me it's just halfway between Tolkien and Rowling with added tits. Wanted to like, even enjoyed the first few seasons and bits of (what little I managed) of the books. But it all fell apart quite quickly a lot like the aforementioned Lost. Wire, Sopranos and BB were on another level for me. Need to give a shout out to Oz and Northern Exposure for setting us up for this "golden age of TV" but Oz hasn't aged quite as well and NE is hard to find.

The Sopranos hype is absolutely justified. The whole series in it's entirety was just so chilled and weirdly relaxing in a Northern Exposure sort of way. @Renton I had BB the other way around. Sporanos hooked me immediately and even after watching it all several times it's still "comfort telly" for me. BB I think I might not have stuck with if the person who recommended it hadn't said "it's a slow burner, stick with it until the bathtub scene at the very least". Actually surprised now seeing Gemmill highlighting just how much happened in that first episode and knowing it still managed to keep turning up the heat until the finale. The Sopranos is a lot more sedate.

If you're looking for a one-liner: irony is the kids completely non-verbal.

My son's first name is after Oscar Wilde and his full name is a deliberate an play on Edgar Allen Poe. My old man (Alan) passed about a year before the lad was born. Since he was the third born, we were low on inspiration for names, so when my missus said "he looks like a wee old man, he needs an old man name" the poor fucker now has to live with the initials OAP. Probably cruel naming my son over an in joke, but I'll die happy knowing it's a reference to that moment and those words as well as Wilde, Poe and the grandad he never met.

Aye it was a good watch. Arteta is an absolute headcase though. His antics were almost as entertaining as the game and could only have been more entertaining if they'd lost.

Result indeed. Sounds more enjoyable than the skiing if you ask me. I've somehow still avoided it. Fuck knows how. Missus and all four kids have had it, sake for my extended family and my main social circle all got it pretty fucking bad at a party I also attended. Guessing I've had it and was one of the lucky fuckers that was either symptomless or wrote off the symptoms as the usual mild to moderate hangover.

If you mean that 30yo Zaha who looks like he's just done his hamstring I'd say your off your tits. Palace looked much more of a threat after he was subbed.

Aye, we'll see who's laughing after those loan deals for Pope, Trippier and Botman end. Oh, wait....

In their defence, as Scottish lower league fan (of a club that unfortunately share an acronym with the team these rtg knuckledraggers "support") I'll confess that I probably know more about some of the SPFL than my own club, purely because they get a lot more mainstream and fan media coverage. There's nae daily Stirling Albion blogs or podcasts I'm aware of (actually I wouldn't be surprised if a bunch of our season ticket holders ran Rangers or Celtic podcasts). All that said, I dont know many of us who spend our weekends obsessing over Falkirk and Alloa results. Thats proper "wee-guy" mentality.

Give yer head a shake. They're sitting 3rd, rarely look like conceding and missing out on a Champions League place would only slightly affect the profile of players theyre likely able to attract in the summer. It's not like their future spending will be heavily dependent on Champions League money. I'd wager most on here would've been happy with European qualification in Howe's first full season in charge, before the chequebook has even really been opened. Its not even 18 months since the takeover and they're already taking scalps. If an away draw in January against a Palace side that shat it and parked the bus is the only thing that still gives you a semi, maybe it's time to see a doctor about ED because that's a problem that's only gonna get worse.

Actually, I might have just thought of a (somewhat unethical) way to make that feedback work for you if it comes to it. Feel free to message me in the unlikely event they try to shaft you. In other news, Murray grew up just a few miles from me and is a year younger. Unreal career he's had, but while he's still competing for Gland Slams and I'm here pissing about offering questionable eBay advice (on a forum for a team I don't even really follow) on a Friday night, I'd much rather change the subject before I start seriously questioning my life choices.

Good news: I've never once had someone try to pull a fast one after leaving good feedback. Bad news: sadly they can still open up a return request and the feedback won't help you. Would be a totally nonsensical way to run a scam though. Sure you'll be fine man.

Now I can taste it I'll concede that the instant coffee I've been happily drinking for years is actually rank, but since digging the cafetiere back out I think I might actually be able to live with my new found taste buds. Cheers for all the suggestions though guys. We have one of those Tassimo pod machines but all the pods I've tried were all piss weak. Never liked it. Used to have a nifty wee barista style espresso machine which was great but eventually broke and never got round to replacing. With the money I'll be saving I might look into finally replacing that. @Renton aye. Don't doubt for second I stank. Most of my coats probably still do, I can tell you my inside pocket of my winter coat still smells so strongly of tobacco Im half tempted to lick it right now. I was oddly on-board with the smoking ban at the time tbh, mostly down to the clouds of fag reek and that constant haze from the regular bin fires in the bookies. I did mildly resent us getting a year earlier than England, but it was amusing watching the fallout a year later after we'd already made peace with it and were starting to appreciate the benefits.

Life of an ice-cream van man. Our guy was largely the same. Duty free Regal that magically appeared from inside his coat

Was totally palatable when I was smoking near 30 a day. Also since my sense of smell returned I'm all for bringing back the 2 meter rule from lockdown, permanently.

I fucking loved it, right up until the missus made me a cup on Sunday morning. Spat the first mouthful out and demanded to know what the fuck kind of coffee it was and she replied "the same Kenco stuff you were drinking yesterday morning". Its not even just coffee like. Almost everything tastes weird and people and things have smells I've never noticed before. Only saving grace is Guinness and JW Black are still doing the business (for now, touchwood!) Sounds a bit like how I felt when they changed our Irn-Bru. Getting food from the chippy has never been the same.

Got through the first week off the smokes. My sense of taste is starting to come back. Good god it's horrific. Is this really what coffee is supposed to taste like? How the fuck do people manage to live like this?

Aye that's my logic. Scam artist surely wouldn't play such a long game and pay over the odds for the sake of £300. Plus it was arguably still the weekend. There's a good-to-fair chance I'll get a phone delivered on Wednesday and wonder where the fuck it came from until I get round to checking my bank statement.

Aye that's shite, what a wanker. Good chance I've seen that chancing cunt on the soldering subreddit begging for advice. That place has replaced r/diwhy for me in recent years for pure comedy value. Im not religious or spiritual at all but sometimes like to imagine karma catches up with folk like that prick. In a fair and just world his 400°C soldering iron has since fell and landed on his testicles. Fighting returns claims as a seller on eBay (and Reverb) is usually futile though. I'm probably in a minority that most of the stuff I sell there is handmade and mainly attracts total anoraks (swear that's not a dig at @Gemmillor @sammynb) so I probably dont need to deal with the usual level of shithousery a lot of sellers do and I'm probably less jaded as a result. Edit: I'm already cringing at that "less jaded" remark less than an hour after posting it, fwiw. Right now Jaded might aswell be my middle name.