Neale Grant
Scot living in Hove. Unlikely to toot much of interest. Following me would probably be a mistake.
Grumbling to the press about Pluto's planetiness isn't going to achieve anything. Someone needs to tell Trump that the wokes demoted it. He'll issue a decree calling it Planet America and it will be updated in Google and in US "science" textbooks in no time.
I ummed and aahed all week and made a very late decision to go to the Metallica gig tonight. I'm glad I did. The songs that have been stalwarts of their sets for 40 years are absolute bangers, and in their 60s the band still have the energy to do them justice. And the newer tracks they've judged to make the grade for playing live don't sound out of place. Superbly honed showmanship too.
Just edges The Cardigans last weekend for my favourite gig of the year.
And I go again Sunday for part two.
I think Channel 4's recommendations algorithm needs a bit of tweaking. It's lining up Toy Story because I've just finished watching... Cocaine Bear.
Having spent three weeks grumbling about April being too early to start doing archery outside, and huffily refusing to shoot until the British weather caught up... I shot outdoors today in warm sunshine and it was glorious. If the club had stayed indoors until May we'd have missed that opportunity. So maybe I was wrong.