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Happy Bee Network. Some of the coverage of Greater Manchesterās new franchised bus services has elided the fact that theyāre still operated by the private sector at the end of the day; part of me would like a commitment to either 100% public ownership or total free-market anarchy, not this still uneasy mixture.
Shut the fuck up you weasel faced cunt - can you let Andy Burnham, who is an amazing mayor by the way, have his day in the sun? You sad fuck
I must declare a professional interest: itās advantageous for me that the new Bee Network app isnāt yet as good at live bus tracking as some of the old operatorsā apps were.
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To Pinewood Studios, to watch the studio recording of Taskmaster series 17 episode 3. I donāt even like Taskmaster as much as a lot of people do ā I tend to zone out and go on my phone mid-way through any given episode ā but very much enjoyed stepping through the screen and watching it in person.
Our first glimpse of the top-secret series 17 line-up was on the card the titular taskmaster has with their names on. (Like the one in the linked picture, it had one of the contestantsā surnames spelt incorrectly.) Some indiscreet blabbermouths have since leaked the list on the internet, for those who know where to look ⦠I hope the full force of Channel 4 and Avalonās lawyers will rain down on them.
Anyway. My tiny brain is struggling to cope with having seen a bit of the next series while the current one is airing.
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IDād at the big Sainsburyās in Slough, yes I looked too young to buy baba au rhum, and Iād not brought any ID. Iām supposed to be flattered ā the effects of exfoliating and moisturising ā but it meant going without pudding, and possibly the alcoholic chilled dessert spoiling at the checkouts before any staff returned it to the shelf. (Iām sure some shopsā point-of-sale systems donāt have it flagged as an age-restricted item.)
So Slough is dead to me, a bit. Iād gotten a better impression the last time I visited, when it was a sunny day and the bus station hadnāt burnt down yet.
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By the way, FirstGroup plcās timetable data incorrectly lists a disused, unserved stop that looks like the best stop to alight at for (a mile or so walk to) Pinewood Studios. Iāve now filled in an online form about it, but I might as well have whispered into the wind or written my message in sand.
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Cistern update: what was I on about last week, talking a load of rubbish? The buttons/rods thing was a red herring.
But I swear thereās a knack to flushing in such a way that the valve closes properly post-flush; maybe some people hold the button down too long? Alas, watching how guests flush and telling them theyāre doing it wrong isnāt really tenable.
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š¦ Talk to Me. (About some Australian teenagers and their embalmed hand, a tale as old as time.) Freaked my nut out so much that I left behind a half-full bottle of sparkling mango Rubicon.
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A Haunting in Venice. My mind wandered to thinking about HTTP caching for a bit. Venice is a silly town ā ooh, building on land isnāt good enough for you? Pathetic.
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āOr the local cow eating grass right over there?ā