I mean, surely it's actually against the law to play new stuff nobody knows when you're an Actual Elder Legend headlining at Glastonbury? Surely the law *requires* a set full of Absolute Bangers? (I refer the honourable audience to Bowie's amazing 2000 set, which was All Bangers)
It is kind of mindblowing that Paul McCartney is up there on the stage performing a song from Sergeant Pepper, which came out MORE THAN HALF A CENTURY AGO #Glastonbury
(sorry, non-Brit Twitter. We are all watching Paul McCartney on the telly. Normal service will be resumed later.)
Also, lordy, most of you were born well after the Beatles happened, exploded, then fizzled out. I am old enough to remember hearing Beatles songs on the radio when they were *new*
Just checked the date of I've Just Seen A Face, and it's from 1965: it's so old *I* was a toddler when it was released #Glastonbury
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Blackbird!! Such a gorgeous song. One of the best moments of the White Album
gosh, I remember being heartbroken at hearing Here Today when it first came out
never mind most of you not being alive when the Beatles happened, bloody loads of you weren't even alive when Lennon was killed. Blimey.
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I love some of the madder tracks from Sergeant Pepper. Hope he does She's Leaving Home #Glastonbury
"And tonight Mr Kite is topping the bill" #Glastonbury
OK, I was not expecting Something on ukelele 👀👀
this is now incredible and moving
OB LA DI, OB LA DA!!!
I was not sure it was possible to do anything from side two of Abbey Road live, but here we are. Love this so much
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Daphne is here to judge my singing and yours, Twitter #Macca
This series with Wim Hof on @BBCOne is basically about making celebrities freezing cold in various creative and sadistic ways
@BBCOne I do rather want one of those big outdoor dressing gowns, though
@BBCOne apparently you are a howling wanker if you wear a Dryrobe (for that is what those big outdoor dressing gowns are) to Waitrose, but they look brilliant for winter runs to Waitrose and I might well get one theguardian.com/fashion/2022/f…
Cow parsley has gone delightfully nuts in Brompton Cemetery - it's up to my shoulders
This is my favourite path in the cemetery, along the eastern wall, and it is spectacular at this time of year
It's properly magical right now, with the trees and their explosively green new leaves reaching right down to the foaming view parsley. You get archways of green.
This isn't a deep dive. It's "ooh, I wore these and here are photos of me wearing these and here are the quotes from the press kit and from Facebook's tame 'privacy groups'." So tired of the absence of critical approach from so many male reporters on these.
Every review of these from women is "has Facebook no clue about why these are so hugely problematic?", while most of the dudes' reviews are rehashing the press release while not even thinking that a camera disguised as Ray Bans just might be thoroughly creepy
Some years ago a friend had a little lapel camera: she was good about pointing it out to others, but she was rather taken aback when everyone hated it and asked her not to use it. Nobody likes being filmed in this way, and devices that do this are grim.
I love Bluetooth in theory, but it's so stupidly annoying in practice. Which of these is my Chromebook, FFS*? I want to send some files from it to my Windows laptop and I can see I'm going to have to email them to myself 🙄
*Answer: none of them.
I mean, this should not be hard. They're right next to each other
turns out it's this device. REALLY INTUITIVE, eh??
I see we're already into snotty, grubby intergenerational pointscoring and we haven't even got the full details yet *sigh*
it's also worth noting that there are ways of raising cash from a house without selling it, though the equity release landscape is a total minefield & can leave very disappointed Gen X/Millennial heirs when they find that the sale of their late mum's house leaves them nothing
While I'm here, the "why don't pensioners downsize" line is compelling, but it ignores the reality that an old person might not have the skills/bandwidth/support to make a huge move out of a family home, and thus it ends up being a crisis move.