STAR MAN
@starmansuperpants.bsky.social
I know, let’s get so fucked we forget our very existence. Weeeeee.
I’ve always given a lot, put out a lot, and always received less than fuck all back, usually along with a kick in the bollocks for good measure. Shit innit.
The ol man was on good form this morning although since his stroke he’s sounding more like a cross between the Fast Show’s Rowley Birkin QC and Gerald from Clarkson’s Farm, as in, I haven’t a fuckin clue what he’s bangin on about but you get the odd word or noise every few mins.
Lord give me the strength not to punch MIL in the fuckin face after moaning at me around the dinner table for missing their dog walk tomo morn cos I’m gonna visit my ol man in his nursing home cos he’s been in bed for 6 days and nearly copped it cos of an infection. Why cunts?!
Dirty style houloumi roasted in a pepper with olives and cashews on a bowl of salad. Brightening up my day under grey clouds.
Just microwaved a bit of leftover mash out the fridge and stuck some butter and grated cheddar on it. Now that my friends, is the absolute sweet tits.
Been playing the arse off of this on Spotify. So many good tracks.
I tried to buy this from my fave Soho record shop 3 times and they kept saying, “it’s coming in, sign up for it on our website and you’ll get an email when it comes in”. MATE! If I’ve got to type my details into a website I’ll just go to one that has it and buy the fucker 🙄
It’s like fuckin winter again. Just slipped out to make a tea in me pants and I’m back under that duvet. Brrrrrr.
With the kids in the Glades shopping centre and just spotted a guy on the deck with 5 paramedics working on him behind a screen. I told the kids he’d probably been out shopping with his family and died of boredom.
No, you’re cooking cauliflower in butter with thyme like a slut.
The first of the peas. Never get many in my tiny garden but they taste soooo good I try and grow them every year.
Well it pissed down about an hour ago but now I’ve got me tits out in the garden, smelling of Nivea sunscreen and listening to throbbing house under a cobalt blue sky, blossom raining down on me from the shrubs. Nice.
And they’re in a conservatory so it’s almost greenhouse conditions.
In the ebbing away of belief in religion and folklore you’ve got to hang on to something, I say it’s cheese and stars.
Fuck me up the stairs Wipsas are good. Kinell. It’s been a long time.
Just picked some radishes I’ve grown and one of them reminds me of her.
Just been over in Hackney Wick sat having a drink in a bar by the canal in glorious sunshine. Hopped it back to South East London on the overground and it’s like a different time of year. Like, the shit cloudy, cold, dark bit of the year. Shite.
Squirrel bin licker up the park. There’s dog shit in there mate!
I’m not a huge fan of obsessive people but hearing Sunak’s ‘message to the people’ underscored once again by Steve Bray’s music blasting up Downing Street is very very funny.
…under no influence from me she loves fast cars and as someone who used to love fast motorbikes I can’t say shit and it’s a b day treat so don’t judge too harshly.
Some of you who’ve followed me for a while are probably wondering why me, a leftie, veggie, cyclist, who didn’t own a car until their 40s, friend of animals, carer of the environment and all round low carbon footprint kind of chap would take their daughter to a track day… well..
Some of you who’ve followed me for a while are probably wondering why me, a leftie, veggie, cyclist, who didn’t own a car until their 40s, friend of animals, carer of the environment and all round low carbon footprint kind of chap would take their daughter to a track day… well..
Hey babes, like ravens, shall we do a synchronised joy flight to deepen our bond?
While that’s taking care of my nose I’m getting fluffed up by a rabbit.
So her first ever drive was in an Aston Martin, now a Ferrari 458 spider.
There’s a great big bomber in the car park and that’s a Lambo on the airfield, yes, 16yo is about to drive for the first time ever…in a Ferrari, a Porsche, and an Aston Martin! (She’s shitting it)
I hope you know I’m only pulling your leg. I have salads every weekday for lunch.
Typical Fri night behaviour - falling asleep on the sofa - just about to go to bed - oooh it’s Casino Royale that I’ve seen 30 times before - let’s have another wine and some peanuts and just watch a little bit………
Just finished ferrying the kids’ mates back home. Time for the first drink of the day! Cheers
