Editor: You get those photos of Elliott Gould and Grover? Photographer: Sure did boss, real fuckin sexy just like you asked. Editor: what

Let us Prey

Rice and Grealish scoring the two goals is actually a joke. This must be one of the worst things the English have ever done to the Irish.

Congrats to Karen Gillan. Am fully expecting this baby to grow up to be Alex Kingston.

Blackpool, 1980, by Homer Sykes.

Nine years today since my proudest ever achievement in publishing. The time I got a Good Deed and a Rush Hour Crush printed on the same page of the Metro, both of which told a single, horrifying, story from two unconnected people.

James Earl Jones, the prolific film, TV and theater actor whose resonant, unmistakable baritone was most widely known as the voice of “Star Wars” villain Darth Vader, died Monday. He was 93. bit.ly/3TkCdw4

I can’t believe “they’re eating the dogs” was a REBUTTAL to “You say weird stuff at your rallies”

“They’re eating the dogs! The people that came in. They’re eating the cats! They’re eating, they’re eating the pets.” —Fmr. President Donald Trump

Mark Williams and Jo Unwin.

Who else owned this t-shirt in the 1980s?

Boss cat loving Colin from Accounts.

What I love about 1980s pop is that someone like George Michael would fly thousands of miles to film the video for Careless Whisper in Miami then nip round to Shepherd's Bush to do a Pop Quiz with Mike Read.

RIP Kenneth Cope. I interviewed him in 1996 near his Oxford home. He told me his daughter (Martha, pictured) had a flat head because he celebrated Everton becoming league champions in 1970 by throwing her up to the ceiling.