With Jane away for the first half of the week, I found myself with a couple of hours free and Napoleon freshly set free on Apple TV. I was a bit worried that the period costume drama stuff would fry my brain, but I had read that the battle scenes were all marvellously done. So I gave it a spin.
I so need this stupid little app. It’s free, it’s called Galactic Compass, and it’s available on the App Store.
Jane and I had cocktails in the city on the weekend. She chanced upon a bar called Dr Gimlette which looked pretty cool, so we decided to suss it out. It was good.
I look forward to Mike Elgan’s newsletter each Friday. I normally read it after sending my own out. (It reminds me of something Thatcher said once about “We can’t all make a living taking in each others’ laundry.” But perhaps we can by' reading each other’s newsletters.)
There are so many things wrong with this story. Mostly the use of the word ‘A-Team’. This is embarrassing, and ASIO should stop it immediately.
I’ve been trying to scroll less and read more, and as part of that hopeful self improvement program I came across a piece in Esquire about shitty 20th anniversaries. (Sorry, no link. Paywalled).
I subscribe to a publishing industry newsletter called the Hotsheet, which is normally full of inside baseball chatter, where for baseball I mean the book biz.
This morning’s mail out might interest a wider audience, however. (It sure as hell interested me, as the target of some of these douchebags).
Bestselling author David Goggins sues Amazon over counterfeit sales
When I was a kid we seemed to have hot chips with every meal. Hot chips and HP sauce. And then, for a long time as an adult I didn’t for all sorts of reasons. But I still love them when I can get them and now, thanks to science, I can enjoy them if not guilt-free then at least guilt-balanced. As in balanced by the exquisite enjoyment to be had shaming vegans for some of their fave feeds which turned out to be massively more dangerous to life on Earth than my hot chips.
