Was this game played yesterday and @paramountplus are just showing us a replay using a VHS tape?
WTF is the deal with this vision quality?
What are we actually paying for here?!
#MEXvAUS
Rest in peace, Patricia Routledge 🙏🏻
In memory of her, I encourage everyone to read these words of hers from February last year.
Whether young or old, you're bound to get something out of it.
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"I’ll be turning 95 this coming Monday. In my younger years, I was often filled with worry — worry that I wasn’t quite good enough, that no one would cast me again, that I wouldn’t live up to my mother’s hopes. But these days begin in peace, and end in gratitude.
My life didn’t quite take shape until my forties. I had worked steadily — on provincial stages, in radio plays, in West End productions — but I often felt adrift, as though I was searching for a home within myself that I hadn’t quite found.
At 50, I accepted a television role that many would later associate me with — Hyacinth Bucket, of Keeping Up Appearances. I thought it would be a small part in a little series. I never imagined that it would take me into people’s living rooms and hearts around the world. And truthfully, that role taught me to accept my own quirks. It healed something in me.
At 60, I began learning Italian — not for work, but so I could sing opera in its native language. I also learned how to live alone without feeling lonely. I read poetry aloud each evening, not to perfect my diction, but to quiet my soul.
At 70, I returned to the Shakespearean stage — something I once believed I had aged out of. But this time, I had nothing to prove. I stood on those boards with stillness, and audiences felt that. I was no longer performing. I was simply being.
At 80, I took up watercolour painting. I painted flowers from my garden, old hats from my youth, and faces I remembered from the London Underground. Each painting was a quiet memory made visible.
Now, at 95, I write letters by hand. I’m learning to bake rye bread. I still breathe deeply every morning. I still adore laughter — though I no longer try to make anyone laugh. I love the quiet more than ever.
I’m writing this to tell you something simple:
Growing older is not the closing act. It can be the most exquisite chapter — if you let yourself bloom again.
Let these years ahead be your TREASURE YEARS.
You don’t need to be famous. You don’t need to be flawless.
You only need to show up — fully — for the life that is still yours.
With love and gentleness,
Patricia Routledge
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Once more, rest in peace. 🤍
Paid off the mortgage this morning. Did it on the banking app on my phone lying in bed. Totally deflating. No triumphant walk into the bank, no looks of mild jealousy from the teller. No elation. Nothing. Got up, had a dump. Apps are sucking the joy out of life.
Big shout out to Robert from the UK who just thanked me because he dropped his phone in Tesco carpark and thought he had cracked the screen, but when he picked it up and looked it was actually totally fine
Anytime Robbie lad!
The single most destructive falsehood taught in school wasn’t a fact, it was a frame:
“The system is neutral.”
We were taught:
•History is objective
•The economy is fair
•Science is apolitical
•Authority is earned
•Success is linear
•Money follows merit
•The future will reward obedience
All of it designed to manufacture compliance not understanding.
The truth is:
•History is written by power.
•The economy is shaped by leverage, not labor.
•Science is real, but funding decides the questions.
•Authority is often inherited or engineered.
•Success follows strategic asymmetry.
•Money follows network, not virtue.
•The system rewards signal, not submission.
We weren’t taught how the world works.
We were taught how to function inside the world they already built.
That’s why so many wake up at 30, 40, or 50 and feel betrayed.
The curriculum was never designed to liberate you.
It was designed to format you.
The deepest falsehood wasn’t any one fact.
It was the illusion that the system was built for truth.
Meet Jeff Keyl everyone. Jeff didn't like a piece I wrote about Ken Hinkley, so he picked another post of mine to tell me I should have died instead of my elder brother Steve. Hope people understand I'm not copping that, so here's the screenshot, along with Jeff's work details.
John Oliver breaks down how absurd it is to believe Trump has no ties to Epstein, listing a series of disturbing connections and behaviors — including flying on his plane, hosting him, making inappropriate comments about young women, and being found liable for sexual abuse — all while mocking the idea that “there’s nothing to see here.”
@tobytarrant Do people not realise that nostril hair actually serves a purpose, and are somewhat important for the body?
At worst, they only need a slight trim at times. But never have them fully removed.
I always love the fun and adrenaline of a racing film. Today marks two racing milestones for my friend Jerry Bruckheimer, the release of F1 and the 35 year anniversary to the day of our collaboration with the great Tony Scott on Days of Thunder.
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