Well, that was the last piece I'll ever have to upload for the site. As of Monday I am editor-at-large rather than editor of Politics.co.uk.
This'll rightly mean fuck all to you. It's just about the work that's done behind the scenes - commissioning, editing, subbing, publishing etc. But to me it is a massive deal.
I've been trying to get to this kind of situation for years: where I can be financially stable on writing alone, without having to do other things in order to fund it. Now I've actually... well, it seems I've actually fucking achieved it.
For the first time in my life, I am a full time writer, without needing any other source of income.
I don't say this much, but thanks to all who read my stuff - on the site and everywhere else. It's because that happens that this is remotely possible for me.
So it's extra lockdown drinks for me tonight, and posher stuff than usual.
So touched by everyone being lovely about this - cheers guys. Normal grumpy service resumes tomorrow.
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Leaving aside the snide blurty whatever of the tweeter: please don't do this. Do not pirate books. Authors can't write if they don't get any money from what they produce, and they get little enough as it is.
See also: This move from Audible to charge authors when their books are exchanged. If these sorts of arrangements continue there will be fewer good books to read, because people will simply not be able to afford to write them. actionnetwork.org/petitions/sign…
If you're low on cash, please join your local library and ask for them to get the book you're looking for. Anything but piracy: That acts to undermine the existence of the very thing you are enjoying.
Every new VR game I play, I think: Well that's more fun than I ever thought possible. Then I play the next one and it somehow becomes even more fun. It is the most preposterous, aggressively enjoyable thing.
To those asking, playing on Quest 2. Games: Beat Saber. Superhot VR. The Room. Vader. Robo Recall. Rush. And for working out: Thrill Of The Fight.
Every single one of them makes you look a giant bellend while tricking you into thinking you're John Wick, so consider the ammunition you're giving to your family mock you.
It's happening tonight. The Doritos Lasagna will be challenged by a new experiment: the tamale pie.
This was some of the best shit I ever cooked. Looked like baby sick, obviously, but then Latin food so often does. Tasted like you were being touched by God.
I think what I find so irritating about the fleets (urgh) is that this site, for all its faults, is predominantly about what's going on in someone's head, not what they look like.
Now, it turns out that what's going on in many people's heads is absolutely horrific and I wish I'd never encountered it, but that's another matter.
I use Instagram as a kind of Facebook-without-words - a locked account just following people I know in real life, with a few exceptions. But I'm aware that much of Instagram features people doing their very best to look beautiful and charmed.