Daily[ish] Mutterings ₍₄₃₎

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A Dragon, a Dog, and Three Trolley Buddies

One Last Rant About My Cancer. Last Rant, Promise. But Not a Pinky Promise.

G for Glasgow, g for giffgaff, G for Green Mile

Life Goes On. Bright Colours Sprinkle, Sprinkle.

Why, Hello, You Sneaky, Pincered Animal, You. Did You Really Have To?

Ah Those Journeys That Even Ryanair Can’t Spoil

My Longest Muttering to Date. No Flipping Wonder.

Don’t Abandon Puppies While Drinking Your Juice in Newcastle

Tram-Stomping, Border-Crossing, Number-Crunching Post

All the Sweeties You Want, as Long as It’s No More Than Two

Michelin-Star (If You Ask Me) Food and a Car Not Much Bigger Than a Michelin Tyre

When You Hear “Beamish Is Just Another Clydebank,” an Opus About Truth and Lie Is a Must

A Pizza Opinion That Will Get Me in Trouble, and a Cambridge Cow to Distract from It

Usyk vs Fury. Stirling vs My Anxiety. Spanish Authorities vs Common Sense.

Think of giffgaff — Think Wemyss Bay! Don’t Even Ask Me Why

Tucking into That SLICE Whilst Trying to Forget That Robot Thingy

Escaping Hypocrites, Scammers, and See-No-Evil Businesses to Stirling’s Streets

My Soul Is My Boat. And Indian Heavy Metal. And Pasties.

AI, HARDtalk, Green Stuff, and a Noir Walk Through Some Suburb

Manchester Tram, Czech Train, and Theological Marketing That Sells