Mayonnaise right across the sockets

What if I don’t add any subscribe buttons?

I haven’t worn baggy jeans since I discovered the Libertines in sixth form, but Justin makes a great case here. I also haven’t kissed a woman since then either, so maybe that’s back too?

Been thinking about these dodo biccies for a few weeks. Do you think they’re vanilla? Maybe a touch of cinnamon? Would you eat the head first? Dip them in tea? I would drape a napkin over my head like Tom and Greg eating that bird in Succession.

Can’t wait to sit like this in coach! I tend to feel very six four and three quarters back in steerage, and no amount of pre-downloaded iplayer can absolve the feeling of my knees concertinaed to my chest. Dressing like a 50s matinee idol would help drown out the pain of no-extra-leg-room (retailing at about £70 per leg). Dress for the part of the plane you want.

I’ve been trying to commission a shirt with this lass on, the ultimate sad girl. She seems like she’s never had a Sweetgreen or a tequila soda, but those wouldn’t make her any happier.

What an ominous maquette, I simply must cop. I’m also thinking I’ll paint my hallways mayonnaise, slathering skirting and ceilings like a part-way sandwich, right across the sockets.