Best make sure Starmer and McSweeney don't find out about it..........

One of my favourites among your paintings

They look like they are fitting or servicing extended end connectors ("duckbills") that were installed on Shermans to add width to the standard tracks, improving manoeuvrability in mud, snow, etc.

And little Donny gets a pat on the head from Putin, and the piss tapes stay in the safe, for now.

I imagine that any official written communications issued directly by POTUS now take the form of daubings in poo on the nearest available surface.

The inevitable and inexorable march of enshittification through the products and services provided by big tech means that sooner or later, anyone subscribing to such an app will have to endure their dead loved ones trying to sell them something.

A friend climbed Kilimanjaro last year. The guides warned the party not to feed or attempt to pet the caracals that hang around the camps. Inevitably, some idiots did; one ended up with severe lacerations and had to be evacuated, requiring surgery to save her fingers.

Combine that with the op that took Farage and UKIP from the lunatic fringe to serious contenders for power, wrecked the UK economy and inflicted serious economic damage to Europe. This truly is a golden age for Russian intelligence.

If this is the outcome of their work, then the KGB officers and sexworkers who honeytrapped Trump during his 1987 Moscow trip truly are heroes and heroines of Russia, deserving of statues in Red Square.

Tacky doesn't even begin to describe it.

Same metre.
Ian Dury's masterpiece is one of the few bits of poetry that I can actually remember.

We had a Lurcher, Sammy, in 1972, when I was 8. My Dad bought him to catch rabbits on the farm, but the only thing he ever chased successfully was his tail! When not doing that, he spent most of his time asleep in front of the fire.