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Colette. Keira Knightley and Jimmy McNulty period it up as the eponymous French soft-porn author and her cad of a husband. Decent enough, but drags in places. Wants to be more beautiful than it is. 6.31/10 - Steady away for all concerned. Star Wars - Rogue One. Thought this would be a good introduction to my missus who has never seen a moment of the Star Wars franchise. Switched off after 20 mins. Watched it again on my tod the other day: You've got to dial in to the conceit of the Star Wars films to fully enjoy them. I loved it - proper ace 'rooting for the goodies' film. 8.42/10. Bobby Robson - More than a manager. (Netflix) Astounding. It almost touches the brilliance of 'Senna' as a tribute to a legend. Everyone who matters has their vox pop. Anyone who doesn't get dust in the eye at Gazza's contribution needs a new heart. 9.43/10

Rather than invest in yet another winter coat, I've taken to wearing my brown leather Barbour Hurricane for the last two months. Day in, day out, rain or shine, I don't care. It's been sat in my wardrobe for three years practically unworn. For added faux-hipster cunt value, I've bought a shemagh to wear with it when it's cold. fuck the haters, shemagh's are truly the answer to all your upper body warmth needs. Tonight I discovered I can carry home two packs of salami and a scotch egg in the jacket pockets. No plaggy bag required. Just doing my bit for the environment, ma'am.

"Shitting Peugeot"! Has to be my favourite. When I finally get around to forming my anarcho-punk folk collective beat combo, that'll be the title of the album opener.

Jesus, seriously? Even though we now know those magic beans the Leavers voted for have turned out to actually be a massive shit sandwich?

Missus insists we go and watch the award-y films: The Favourite. Emma Stone and Rachel Weisz lezzing-off (separately) with Olivia Coleman and directed by the guy who did 'The Lobster'. Everyone's gone out on a limb with this, so it's got 'oscar-worthy' running through the whole film. It's a really good story. But the central three are outstanding. 8.2/10

Very Mo(o)reish..

I just simply couldn't do it. Every human being alive is a cyborg (?) that relies on some level of technology to survive. So, living like a crustie on some god-forsaken desert island just to swerve utility bills? Just seems half-arsed to me: divesting oneself of just a small amount of modern life's trappings to endure a massive decline in quality of life. That lad on here who posted about his two-week canoe-trip through Siberia (?). I'd have acrack at that. Neko's got the right idea though (as he often does): Having a go but having the sense to return to relative civilisation when it's needed.

Wow. You've literally turned me into a hermit. With a laptop.

Simon Maroulis>Simon Green

My two penn'orth Love/Hate: Blackout in the red room Some context: 1990, when this was released saw the apotheosis of big hair stadium rock. All the 'greats' of this genre were either self-imploding or churning out vastly coke-bloated offerings having engorged on the post 'Appetite for Destruction' er, appetite for chart-friendly cock-rock. Slick, over-produced shite was the norm. However, in amongst this bilge, there were some bands who still trod their own path: loud rockers who embraced home-made, lo-fi, left-field rock. Just as they attained a foothold, they were ultimately swept up and aside by the Seattle grunge massive of 1991... Nonetheless, there were a few gems to come out of this era, (Jane's Addiction for example). I loved this album when it came out. and listening too it 28 (!) years, on - there's some absolute massive stoner-party-rock belters on here. The raw production does it many favours, but the balls-to-the-wall thrust was refreshing in an age of slick, formulaic balladic stadium rock. This is a solid 7/10 album, despite some of the arcane lyrics (some of which are pure 'Anvil'). Nonetheless, the thrust is still honest, raw and genuine. Pour yourself a JD, light up a spliff. turn it up loud, forget your cares and enjoy!

No way! We drove past the queue to Betty's this morning. Hope you were safely enscone-ced within!

Weekend birthdays are boss. Hope you've had a fab day in't Yockshire!

Saving on unnecessary tyre wear. Thrifty!

Everyone just needs to man the fuck up and crack on.

Picked up this little cracker on our recent hols to Portland: https://www.eastsidedistilling.com/burnside-oregon-oaked-bourbon/ If you;re ever out that way, or passing through. Pick one up (it was $30 a bottle). It's probably the best bourbon I've ever tasted.