Dr Shane Maxwell-Atkin

Earth and Moon as seen from 1.44 billion kilometers away in Saturn orbit...

I love how if you have a pet, that pet has a name, then about 10 different variations on that name that you also call it, and then an additional 2-3 completely different nicknames. Nobody has more names than one pet. It must be quite confusing for them.

So this is how I die

What animal is this?

The scale of the microscopic. 📽: MetaBallStudios

Alpaca without its wool

Look, if one is bored we still need exam invigilators. Then one can watch vegetables decompose.

It’s the rogue apostrophe in “weirdo’s” that puts me off…

With the BBC calling Reform ‘far right’, and members of the Home Office allegedly advocating violence against Farage, attacks like this are inevitable. They want their political opponents to be in physical danger.

I want to see the alternative world version with Tom Hanks as Edward. Mind. Blown.

Culinary craziness. And lo! Heston has reared himself a throne. It’s a sign of the end of days I am sure. 😩 @secret.london/post/C8ChYJrid3i/?xmt=AQGzGY9lvtMu-roucKw_mu4JE2b51RE2tcC6nRLFZWGqJw" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">threads.net/@secret.london…

Oh yes. Come on Christmas! Up and running here in the cottage.

The day is mapped out. No time for originality here: a read of the Saturday paper by the fire. Then prepping a pork shoulder for a slow oven cook while we are in the pub. All the trimmings. Round off with the new episode of #doctorwho 👌

Can’t beat pizza and negroni for lunch! That’s me done. Lush pizza Napoli - black olives, anchovies, capers - so fresh. At the Rustic Crumb, Farnsfield.

“Why, sir, for my part I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five senses.” The Merry Wives Of Windsor: Act 1, Scene 1

Expressively sullen and glowering cloud this evening. A ‘crepuscular kindness’ for the city (one of my favourite expressions from A. A. Gill).

Listen… With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees And fall.

It is a damp, chilly and misty November Sunday. And the only recourse is to light a fire, relish a full fry up, read the paper and, later, head to the pub. The day is mapped out perfectly.

I’m not quite sure how to explain what’s happened tonight, because it’s still happening - but here goes… At 4:40pm I jumped on a train from London to Edinburgh.. It was comfy, it was quiet In hindsight, too good to last…

@JamesNokise Oh my. You can keep your Homer. This is the true Odyssey. Bravo young man.