Meet Toots the cat, who has been a regular visitor to Hackbridge Towers over the last few months. No idea where Toots lives but now takes treats from us and happy to hang around. Still not 100% on things but let me have a stroke earlier.

Glad Peter Crouch is in the new Victorian Plumbing advert because there were previously at least three minutes a day when the lanky streak of piss wasn't on my fucking telly

More books winging their way around the land. Thanks for all your support for DIY punk rock publishing.

[Greggs - one sausage roll remaining] "... And a sausage roll, please"

Alexi Lalas just called James Corden a “fucking wanker” on live TV 😭😭

"I definitely needed to be more cautious"

Bog End Podcast on punditry duty at The Crown of Mitcham. Got to admit, I'm in favour of this Cruzcampo stuff @TMUFCPodcast @anthonytmufc

Tough choice.

Leave it out. Mitcham has also been gentrified lately. Hardly anyone keeps a horse in the kitchen anymore.

I’ve had some more copies of “From Stepney to Hell….and Back” printed up. It’s my Dad’s extraordinary life story from the poverty of the inter-war East End to capture by the Japanese, survival and liberation. And then his fight for justice. ebay.io/m/NIKkXV

Mrs H can be so horrible....

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On June 6, 1944, a 21-year-old stepped off a landing craft onto Sword Beach wearing a kilt. Not just any kilt. It was his father's Cameron tartan, the same one worn in the trenches of WWI. His only weapons: a set of bagpipes and a small black knife called a sgian-dubh. Bullets were hitting the water around him. Men were dying on his left and right. And Private Bill Millin started playing "Highland Laddie." He wasn't supposed to be doing this. Pipers had been banned from the front line after WWI because so many had been killed. When Millin reminded his commanding officer, Lord Lovat said: "Ah, but that's the English War Office. You and I are both Scottish, and that doesn't apply." So he played. "Road to the Isles." "Blue Bonnets Over the Border." Marching up and down the beach like he was at a village parade. British soldiers stopped in the middle of a warzone and cheered. One screamed at him: "Get down, you mad bastard!" He kept playing. Then came Pegasus Bridge, the most exposed crossing on the route. Lovat's order was simple: don't stop no matter what. Millin stepped onto the bridge playing "Blue Bonnets" as German fire tore through the men around him. 12 soldiers crossing that bridge were shot through their berets. He made it across. He later called it "the longest bridge I have ever piped across." After the war, Millin became a psychiatric nurse. And the German snipers who had him in their crosshairs all day? When captured, they explained why they never pulled the trigger. They thought he had lost his mind.

49 years ago today #TheVibrators released their debut album 'Pure Mania'

There are plenty of slick Podcasts out there. Then there are those more like audio fanzines. I’d love to give a shout out to @TMUFCPodcast. Refreshingly enjoyable. Proper fans being honest.

The old Bog End at Sandy Lane. Not so much hostile but the stench would overpower you and live with you for days afterwards.