Toryspotting

Someone won the internet today:

Do I need to explain myself? Probably.

Why is Theresa May playing pool?

"Gash . . . gadge"? What's with this strange language employed by people on a distant East coast with subpar football teams and collective inferiority complexes? Click on the link for the explanatory clip.

Waiting for the great leap forward

Via a Facebook thread, one of those anecdotes you wish were true, if only to see Tom Watson and Nick Cohen's heads explode in indignation:

 "The competing Trot sects in 1980s Islington North CLP voted for Jeremy as their compromise candidate because each of them couldn’t accept that a member of a rival 4th International would be the MP".

The Inglorious Nine.

No, not a reference to the Labour splitters. It's me hitting three treble 1s. I didn't even have the nous to adjust my feet after the first two went in.

Michael van Gerwen, your crown is still safe  . . . for now.

The 40-Year-Old Virgin (2005)

Big Gold Dream (2015)

Get Shorty (1995)

Midnight Run (1988)

Maybe I'm amazed . . .

Second 180 in three days. I'm on schedule to be a wild card entry to the 2023 Indianapolis Darts Pub League. 

Coffee, mate?

"Gurgle . . . babble . . . revolutionary coffee houses in 18th century London . . . Tony Head — pre-Buffy — knocking on Sharon Maughan's door, to ask if he can borrow her copy of the Scum Manifesto . . . it all makes sense now."