A bit obvious but I laughed anyway . . .

Found via Urban75 but I'm guessing it's a screen grab from Private Eye.

 

I'm guessing the name 'Your Party' is an attempt as some sort of rebranding of Left Populism. Make it more voter-friendly and fresh sounding. Probably looked at similar initiatives in Spain and Greece. The problem is that they didn't look close enough.

Down Cemetery Road (2025)

 

In a German accent . . . 'Nein'

First 3 darts of the day . . . going back to bed.

SPGB London Meeting: “The Romantics’ Critique of Capitalism.”

File under the label, 'If I was in London . . . '. 

 

An SPGB meeting next Saturday at their Head Office in South London. Cut and pasted below is a post from Johnny Mercer, who will be the speaker:

"CALLING All ROMANTIC REVOLUTIONARIES: Mulled wine and a Christmas critique of capitalism, what’s not to love? In this talk I’ll be discussing the revolutionary ideas of people like Shelley, Turner, and Mary Wollstonecraft. I’ll be analysing how romantic concepts influenced socialists from Marx to Morris. And how these ideas continued in art/anti-art movements from Dada, to the Situationists, to a bit on my own arts practice. As ever plenty of time for questions and discussion! 3pm Sat 13th of December, 52 Clapham High Street. PLEASE SHARE LONDON ARTSY FOLKS!"

'New stems, please!'

Is it stems or shafts? I don't really know. I guess 'shafts' is too much of a Viz like double entendre. 

Anyway, I got some new stems but they're longer than my usual kind - enough with the double entendres, ffs -  so, right now, I don't know how I feel about them. They were supercheap(ish), and I thought I was getting my usual kind of stems lengthwise. I was wrong. A cheap order means a wrong order, apparently. I got some cheap flights alongside them. I wonder how they'll work out. Probably 10 bastard microns. It'll serve me right.

206/50

Only Murders in the Building (2025)

 

Backdoor and back-chatting . . .

Just trying to tidy up. I can't remember much about this 180, other than the fact that it occurred during a bout of dartitis. 

For some reason, I'm thinking about the league match played on the Monday night. We got battered 13-6. A bit of a bitter taste in the mouth about it as we were 5-0 down after the first round (hint, fucking, hint). I didn't cover myself in glory in later rounds. Words were exchanged.

205/50

The Return of the Unsunny Ds

. . . with a bastard vengeance.

I am genuinely perplexed to know what happened. It really cropped up again at the eve of Thanksgiving Luck of the Draw, but I attributed that to extreme tiredness. Christ, it only cropped up at 2am that night/morning. But last night was horrific. Is it the team? The division? The bar? The change in the weather? Did I burn down two orphanages in a previous life? All I know is that I have no idea what is going to happen tonight. It might be the mother of all nightmares.

I should, despite all that, be happy enough with my 204th 180 of 2025, but I'm sure you can understand my bittersweet misery.

204/50

Catch a star . . .

. . . and, shit, I forgotten the next line. A banging track, mind. Better than the better-known Elton John version.

203/50

No Hammarby puns, please.

Finished second and I got the highest score of the night. I'll take it.