The other day, I received a pleasant package containing a bespoke gin made by Justin Bell, one of our regulars here (and soon to be a cover identity in the next Sleeper Agent book).
After bedding down the Felafel re-launch, I finally had time to uncork it and take a sip last night and omifuckinggod it’s amazing.
I decided to have a break from podcasts. A month or so. The accelerating shitshow in America has contaminated all of my current affairs feeds and started to leak into my fitness pods, too. There’s a weird right-wing tilt to most fitness content. Especially strength training. Maybe it’s all the rugged individualism - or an attachment to the mythology, at least.
This is both amusing and horrifying.
I’m currently watching Outer Range on Amazon Prime and kinda loving it. It’s a creepy as fuck cowboy time travel saga, and it is my jam.
Man, I sorta knew that my fave old musical genre had been doing it tough, but I didn’t realise that rock music had actually died and all that remained now was a shambling zombie husk shuffling through the dead end of the music charts.
I was reading a review of the latest Quiet Place movie because I probably won’t watch it because I am definitely a ‘fraidy cat, and I stumbled across this par:
