Breadcrumbs & Butterbeans

It's that time of year when the telly's all disrupted for the sports ball/racquet/stick (and double annoyance re: the golf as it will bugger up the roads down to mum's too). I haven't actually had regular TV since the ariel fell off the roof in 2020, firstly because The Plague, and onwards because streaming is working perfectly well for me, and because I'm in a big old building it would cost about £250 to fix, but it means things are on the wrong days or not at all and nothing new will start for months. Luckily my current workplace still has some non-sports chat going on (and those that tend to have no other chat were also the people being arseholes about the Swifties) - previous places have been very.... focussed - but holy SHIT is the UK news very England centric (no, it is bloody unlikely to "come home", England tend to be terrible winners, media-wise and all the harking back gets intensely tedious). My fandoms have never disrupted anything to that extent (except when Adam caused a volcanic eruption and the icepocalyse notwithstanding).

Acutally, talking of Adam there was a thing on ITV this evening Adam Lambert: Out, Loud & Proud, which looked like it might be good.


We're also in the stage of the run up to the general election where I could wallpaper my entire home with political leaflets. Does anyone actually read them any more? They're usually shiny, and not great for recycling. Still 2 weeks to go.


ANYWAY. I have a colony of sparrows out the front, and they quite often fledge onto the windowsill of my office (previously the spare room...), and because they've obviously heard my voice through their eggshells they're really not nervous of me at all - terrified of my phone, when I try to get a photo, but not at all of me. There's one in particular this year who seems to enjoy the noise bouncing back at it off the glass and it sings away at me, including making noise back at me when I talk to it. It's still a bit fluffy and messy, and I shall miss it when it goes off.