Sun's out, harem pants out

Right now, I should be doing sensible things but distractions are a-plenty and the current hot weather has enabled my procrasination with an excuse to rummage around the cupboard to dig out the fan, Alan's cooling mat and a cheesy throw with a tiger on it turned up - no idea why it was in there but it's in the laundry basket now anyway. Also this morning, I've been busy inadvertantly mind-marinating an episode of Northern News, can't remember specifically which episode it was, but Ian referred to jacket potatoes as "jayperpapoes" and that neologism is just hands down my favourite thing at the moment; it keeps coming into my head and making me laugh. It's a bit too sizzly for jackets (both the spuds and the garments) at the moment, but when we get some colder weather, I will absolutely be on it with some jayperpapoes. Probably with tuna and mayo, some grated cheddar and a splash of hot sauce - yums.

In other news, the old Macc Express sign on Chestergate has finally been updated, with a new sign for the museum on the street. This new one mentions that the Bate Hall has been on Most Haunted... that's one to look up for the drunken late night watch list (more out of morbid curiosity than anything.) We also have one last look at the old sign - pour one out for this faded creature 'ere.

Goodnight, incredibly grotty prince.

Meanwhile, Neopets has brought us the Pizza of Death... haven't really got much to say about that; it was funny in the moment and that's about it.

 

 Q&B meanwhile, yielded some dahlias that sound like a character from On the Hour or The Day Today. Not quite reaching the lofty heights of Christ La-Di-Da Hardcastle or Peter O'Hanraha-hanrahan, but still, you have to get your kicks where you can nowadays.

And on the charity book stall, this lovely old atlas with a rather delicious cover design.

An impromptu toucan in a hedge.

 

And some more graff that makes you wonder "How did that get there?", complete with pigeons. To be fair, there does at least appear to be some kind of foothold on this bridge, so it's not quite on a par with the "Don't fret, do ket" across the canal bridge in Manchester - right over the water! - but you can't have everything.