I was trying to find one of my old blog posts to link to, and instead of delivering the blog post Google gives an AI summary of my work with random things I have not written thrown in as if they're my words. The links do not include one to the actual blog post that I was searching for.
Mission for this year, I think, is to find myself a spouse who really loves cooking (and also cleaning, tidying, doing the laundry, completing various admin tasks, and having sex with a woman who’s just lazily face-planted the mattress)
The main problem with having a job is that when I get home from work I am too tired and confused to make food happen. What can humans eat? Will this particular human be able to make some before bedtime? What even is food? Bedtime sounds nice.
CREATIVES: the correct answer to 'please invoice me' is 'OK'. Stop trying to not get paid. I like paying people for their work, it brings me joy. Do not talk yourself out of fees because you enjoyed the work. Take the fee AND the fun, you deserve both.
This is NOT A DRILL: new season of #Gladiators has a real life hot priest. She is heavily tattooed, absolutely STACKED, and I only know this cos she’s wearing vestments with the arms torn off.
“My motto in life is ‘Jesus shows his mercy’, but in Gladiators I’m gonna be showing none.”
"When people treat your love like it is cheap, worthless trash, it’s easy to fall into the trap of believing that *you* are trash too. But you aren't."
This time last year, I encouraged men of London to up their game.
I see racists are doing "did you know X% of kids in Glasgow/London/Birmingham don't have English as a first language!?" bullshit again.
BILINGUAL. The word you're looking for to smack them down is 'bilingual'. Most children who 'don't have English as a first language' have two languages. Sometimes more! Why do you hate this? It's fucking beautiful!
Can't remember what, probably 'do you have a Nectar card?' or sthing. The lady was quite old, and wearing niqab, so he couldn't see her face, but she just tilted her head to the side like she didn't understand and this kid immediately switched language and asked again.
Another head tilt.
And he asked again, this time in a new language.
She got it, and chatted back to him.
Blew my mind, honestly. This kid who was working a shift in Sainsbury's was just CASUALLY TRILINGUAL.
One of the things that made me fall in love with London was a visit to Sainsbury's in Whitechapel a couple of weeks after I'd arrived. I always swore I'd leave London quickly - it was dirty and smelly and busy and stressful. But I grew to love it pretty quickly, not least because when you have so many people in one place, people suddenly become endlessly fascinating.
Anyway. Sainsbury's.
A lad was scanning a lady's shopping through the checkout, got to the end and asked her something. 🧵
As someone who'd grown up in a place with very little immigration, then spent a couple of years abroad struggling to learn as much of the language as I could to get by, it absolutely floored me that I now lived in a city where people working the checkout in Sainsbury's could casually switch languages just to make it easier for an old lady to get her Nectar points or whatever.