I’ve been on the lookout in recent days for a Chat GPT sharing script. There’s a couple on GitHub, but the accompanying notes aren’t that clear.
And then I came across this pretty cool Chrome extension. I installed it on the MacBook Air.
ONS emailed with yet another Covid shit test failure. wtf am I doing wrong here? This must be the third, possibly fourth month of me fucking it up. Ta for the £20 voucher though.
Sleaford fucking Mods dropped a new track ahead of the UK Grim album release this Friday: So Trendy with… Perry Farrell. Blimey.
It’s a bit weird tbh. Perry attempts a Sleaford style Nottingham FUCK YOU rant. Back in the day and we use to dance to Jane’s Addiction at Rock City, living out the West Coast dream and imagining that we were somewhere else.
Buzzed: Michael Gove writes to Lambeth saying his is “appalled” at the Council’s recent housing failures
“Michael Gove MP has laid into Lambeth saying he is “appalled” at the recent failures of the Co-operative Council as a social housing landlord.
The Secretary of State for Levelling Up, Housing and Communities wrote last week to Bayo Dosunmu, the Chief Exec at Lambeth Council and Labour Cllr Claire Holland, the Leader of the Council.”
Plus back in the bloody Estuary Wilds:
BLOGGED: Delays to S106 Lasting Years as Council Calls for Changes
“There have been delays lasting years in receiving the money, and in rare instances, the money is never received at all.
Colchester City Council claims that delays in receiving the money are an issue faced by officers, particularly in relation to larger infrastructure projects.”
I added a Patreon script to the footer of each post for The Chronic. Hyperlocal hasn’t found a way to pay the bills for anyone over the past fifteen years. I can’t see this changing moving forward.
You just do your own thing, YEAH? That includes having the day job to keep you ticking over.
Album of the Day: Dr. Dre - The Chronic
G-funk is not normally my kinda of thing. There’s so much space, it’s so relaxed. I think the clue is in the album title. Snoop makes it. Snoop always makes any album. I love the language, although it hasn’t aged well.
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Baxter Dury dropped a new track, Aylesbury Boy. There’s an album to follow in June and a Roundhouse date in October. I’m in.
I was booked in for a lunchtime swim at the Rec. For once the escalators were working. This must be the first time I’ve had the pleasure of riding them post-Covid shit.
The water was chuffing freezing. It must have been at least ten degrees cooler when compared to the pool back in the bloody Estuary Wilds. I felt for the primary school kids standing around as part of their swimming lessons.
I’m feeling swim fit right now. It didn’t take long to find my stroke and rhythm. The Rec is a great fitness pool to swim in when there’s only two of you in one of the wide lanes.
Towards the end there was a weird vibrating sound underwater. I thought my female lane sharer had farted. It was like a constant machine gun sound.
I then realised that it was the workmen carrying out some drilling in the basement space below. The Rec has some very ODD architecture. Placing a pool above other sporting facilities takes a great belief in your engineering principles.
Late afternoon plans for a trip to the South Bank were put on hold. It was bloody cold with a hint of sleet in the air. I stayed around Brixton and did a little photography.
I strolled into the loss making Pop Brixton. It was dead. This must be the shittest Sky Sports bar ever. Just put it out of its misery.
Barnardos in Brixton was far better. Some dude dropped off an electric guitar and then a bass whilst I was digging in the CD racks. I thought about making an offer there and then for the bass. Walk before you can bass slap, Jase.
I timed my bicycle ride back to the flat poorly with school chucking out time. I bumped into Boy Y as I was wheeling the Raleigh 20 from the Rec back to Brixton Road. Boy Y handled the situation far better than I did.
A little Tapper Zuckie lifted the mood early evening. I’m still trying to find a reasonably priced copy of Man Oh Warrior.
I caught up with the Paris Nice highlights. I couldn’t see what was to be gained in messing around with the time trial rules.
I drifted in and out of the Chelsea Champions League match. Apologies, but I’ve no love - or even mild appreciation - for that club.
