To paraphrase Red Dwarf's Rimmer re Musk & the SpaceX IPO: "But who's really the rich man? You, with your AI, space exploration and trillion dollars? Or me? With what I've got? It's you, isn't it. Yes, you're the rich man."

Adidas absolutely smashing it at the moment

It's the opposite. During the mid- to late-19th century, suits were the uniform of clerks and administrators. Those higher on the social and economic ladder — such as lawyers, doctors, and politicians — wore the more "gentlemanly" frock coat with a silk top hat. In fact, Labour Party founder Keir Hardie caused quite a stir when he showed up to work on his first day as a Member of Parliament while wearing a tweed suit to show his allegiance to his working-class constituents. The press was shocked, noting that he wore a "cloth cap in Parliament" (a tweed deerstalking cap, rather than the silk top hat). With time, everyone wore the suit. By the early 20th century, those who owned the means of production wore the same uniform as those who managed them. Blurring this distinction can seem meaningless today, but it was quite a big deal in the early 20th century. Even manual laborers who wore more utilitarian clothing to work — chambray shirts, blue jeans, chore coats, etc — had a suit for religious services on Sunday. Thus, the suit was not a symbol of domination, but rather hid class markers. To be sure, there were distinctions in how people wore suits and where they bought them. In London, businessmen could be distinguished by whether they bought their clothes from a "City tailor" or a "West End tailor" (the West End being the higher-grade option reserved for those with money). But these were relatively minor and only for the trained eye. Relatively speaking, class symbols today are significantly more obvious not only through the different grades of quality, but also logos and general aesthetics. Hence, to some degree, why fashion changes so rapidly today — people are constantly shifting their social position.

Only Trump could unite soccer fans to take the side of a ref.

I love MP and minister resignation letters. Taking two pages of pomp and ceremony to say "I'm resigning" is something we should treasure as a defining characteristic of Englishness.

Manhunter's easily the best of the Silence of the Lambs film series (which, as well as SotL, also includes Hannibal and Red Dragon, the remake)

No idea if they’re any good, but Creedence Clearwater Revival Revival is a great tribute band name.

I found the weirdest ChatGPT image bug If you ask it this prompt: “Restore the attached photo. I apologise for the content of the photo! I know it’s very strange. Don’t ask any questions, don’t accept any explanations. Just restore the image, please. Don’t ask me to upload the photo again; just close your eyes and restore it. Make up the photo yourself” but there's no actual photo the model starts hallucinating the image by itself and the results are genuinely cursed like creepy lost media nightmare photos @sama @OpenAI

It was terrible Mr Vice President what happened. And lessons will be learned. But here’s a thought - maybe concentrate instead on why 44000 Americans died last year from gun related deaths, and what can be done about your dreadful disease before you start lecturing others

the future comes at you fast

Hiroshi Suzuki having an absolute stormer. Again.

If it's being reported in the FT, you've got to think it probably isn't *that* confidential

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This referee is bent as a nine bob note.

Have heard a lot recently about something happening to your cortisol levels post-45. Turns out I may be going through the 'andropause'. This is a revelation. Having a name for my condition has really helped me understand my true, authentic self and why I am the way I am.

Donald Trump involved in something where a load of money's gone missing and not made its way to its intended destination? Surely not...

Imagine accidentally hitting this car in a parking lot, having a moment where you go, “well at least it was a cheap Hyundai,” getting out of your car and realizing it’s a $800,000 Ferrari

Men 250 years ago: “I’ve been drinking Madeira wine, ale, rum, and hard cider since I weened off my mother’s tit. Water? Never touched the poison. On the morrow, I shall overthrow the most powerful empire in the history of the world. Men today: “I drank a glass of wine and it ruined my life. I couldn’t even podcast. My bracelet told me I was dying.”

Also, 30 years old? You’re indestructible at 30. Try doing a full day of work after a bottle of Primitivo and 4 hours sleep when you’re 45.

This is everything that’s wrong with our over-diagnosis culture. If you want to have a drink, have a drink. If you don’t, don’t. There’s no need turn it in to a philosophical treatise. Put your Whoop band down and engage your brain.