The real pro-strat has been in cunningly only buying Coke-Zero-shaped books for the last 15 years.

Apparently I’ve been keeping a bunch of broken desk lamps and old DVD players in The Cupboard That I Studiously Ignore. Bonus: found a copy of Moon that I didn’t remember owning.

Deep cleaning parts of my kitchen I don’t think I’ve even seen as long as I’ve lived here. My eyebrows are sweating.

There’s a tiny little half-hidden cupboard here that I apparently exiled some unfavoured glasses to ~fifteen years ago. I wonder what adventures they’ve been on.