I had a lot of fun the last few days picking over a jumbo manuscript of the three Zero Day novels. It was a mad fun series to write and I kept slipping into just reading and enjoying it when I should have been hunting for typos this week.
I caught up with The Killer on Netflix the other day. Loved it. It’ll probably become the video equivalent of comfort food in future for me. Which is weird when you think about.
Continuing the transformation of this site into the world’s premium food blog, I bring you my three—count them, three!—double-yoked googy eggs, cracked one after the other into my mixing bowl this morning.
Thomas then cracked two more for his breakfast. Also doubles.
Probably means the end is nigh. But at least I’ll be well-fed for it.
Cos I started early.
This sounds like woo-woo science, but I’m up for anything in the quest to sleep through the night. I dont know why the Youtube algorithm decided to plate up Andrew Huberman talking about how to reduce nighttime urination, but lets just say the Youtube algorithm knows me too well.
I normally wake at about 4am for a bladder bursting run to the bathroom, which is fine. But then I can’t get back to sleep, which is not.
I read a very silly piece in The Conversation about the wholesomeness of the old Russel Crowe slash-n-dash epic, Master and Commander.
