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Aye, it's shite. Getting out to run/walk is the nearest thing I've got to a workable reset button, but not having left the immediate neighbourhood since mid-October means I'm desperately short on variety. Feels like I know every bump in every pavement by now. Funnily enough, discovering the local cemeteries has been one bonus, even if they're not the most obvious place to hang out during a global pandemic. Channel that inner goth! It's worth saying that I've also had a few wobbles drink-wise during the various lockdowns, which those of you who know me can imagine I'm not thrilled about. While it's never gone any further than that and I don't feel at any real risk of reverting to old habits, I took the most recent occasion as a prompt to start dropping in on a weekly meeting with the same mutual aid group that worked really well for me when I first kicked the drink back in the day (not AA, I don't believe in powerlessness), and that's already helped a lot - which I think is a lesson for all of us at the minute to be honest. Like Bob Hoskins said, it's good to tawk, even if it's just to realise that tons of people are in the same boat and it's okay to be feeling shit about it all. Fortunately my job doesn't revolve around Zoom meetings, mind, or I'm not sure I could face another one outside of work hours.

As if anyone in Wigan knows what fruit is.

That is indeed a Pie Barm.

Cracking cuisine though.

At last, some good news.

So wait, someone in Dubai has kidnapped Abdul Latif, Lord of Harpole?

I for one am shocked - shocked - that grim and nefarious shit is going down in Dubai of all places.

Much like Bruce

EAGER GUM CHELWIN

The Norwegian Eurovision selection process reaches the "last chance" round tonight. 15 songs that already lost in a semi-final over the last five weekends will fight for just one spot in Saturday's grand final, where they will promptly lose all over again. I am, of course, watching it instead of our match. Because my life is OK.

Haven't watched it but I hope it's some guitar-wielding sadboy warbling "In a palace where they used to crown the kings..."

Josh Maja's revenge marra

Decent few days for The Athletic between the Keegan interview and this: https://theathletic.com/2382097/2021/02/14/we-know-justin-fashanu-died-now-let-us-hear-how-he-lived/ Knew the broad strokes of the story, Cloughie the football genius's man management skills included, but not a lot of the details.

Hole (in the ground)

My records tell me I've listened to it before. Apparently it didn't leave much of an impression. I'll give it another whirl.

On that like Brucey on a steak bake, cheers

(I'm giving you that to offset the facepalm)

It's just a bit of lockdown weight

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Prertests are mag behaviour marra

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