I hear there will be a new cartoon out soon about it called Gendercats.

I live in hope that this will kickstart a solar panel industry here, rather than us just finding a developing country with cheap labour and lax laws.

Following the ruling, J.K. Rowling, the world’s richest author and perhaps its most prominent transphobe, tweeted a photo of herself enjoying a cigar and a bourbon on her $15 million superyacht, toasting what she called “TERF VE Day,” in reference to the acronym “trans-exclusionary radical feminism” and the surrender of German military operations that heralded “Victory in Europe” 80 years ago. “I love it when a plan comes together,” Rowling added.

She’s become a Bond villain.

Astonishingly, the ruling specifies that what it calls “women living in the male gender”—i.e., trans men, and cis women whose appearance is deemed masculine—“could also be excluded” alongside cis men, from women’s spaces. “Not being allowed into the mens by rule does not mean you have the right to go into the ladies,” clarified the leading anti-trans campaigner Maya Forstater; “That may seem unfair, but these are life choices people make. If you make extreme efforts to look like a man don’t be surprised if you are denied entrance to ladies.” Forstater’s comments underscore the ultimate goal of TERFs and other transphobes: to expunge trans people from public life.

The mask slips there. Even amongst TERFs that has to be a minority opinion (right? Right?) as everyone has the right to go to the toilet, but it does demonstrate that some don’t see this ruling as an end point but just a foot in the door. One of my arguments against the ruling (or the misinterpretation of it) was that trans men will be forced into women’s toilets, changing rooms, etc and this would underline the absurdity of all of this and lead to push back against it, but it seems like some TERFs are already planning for that eventuality.

And, again, who do they expect to police this? I spoke to the landlord of my local and he is pretty clear that everyone should use the toilet that best corresponds to the gender you look like, not necessarily from some high moral ground but because it causes the least fuss and bother.

This will be a welcome move if it let’s people get better control of their energy. I think someone has posted on here about their smart home setup that allows them to monitor their green energy production and usage.

My previous house was a Victorian semi that had cavity walls. I phoned up about a green grant to get it done (as people two doors down had) and they wouldn’t believe me until they checked Google Earth. Had it surveyed and it would have needed a lot of preparation work to get into a condition that it could have been insulated. Ended moving and I am unsure what the new owners have done on that front - not flash enough to make their Instagram account about renovating the house which I have been advised not to read as they are horrible people with bad taste. Although I get the gist as it often gets commented on at parties, especially as a friend’s brother-in-law did the bathrooms.

That sounds like a real rollercoaster ride of a weekend!

There’s this show that no-one is talking about: Adolescence.

Two episodes into Doctor Who and it is a mixed bag - first episode was bad, second was great.

Daredevil started strongly but Andor starts today, so I’ll be hammering through that.

there are also online tutorials which have prompted amateurs to carry out DIY interventions, with disastrous consequences.

You really can learn anything on YouTube.

And who is going to police this?

My understanding is that it isn’t illegal for anyone to use any toilet and it is down to the establishment to decide who can go in what toilet. I’ve definitely been to theatres were women take over one of the gents. Also the gents in The Philharmonic pub in the middle of Liverpool is so splendid you can ask to be shown around no matter what you sex. I often lock both sets of toilets in my local if we have a late drink and that involves a quick check to make sure they are empty.

Sorry to hear you are going through a rough patch - I gave up drinking 25+ years ago and don’t regret it, my life would definitely be worse if I’d kept going.

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I suppose we could ban everyone for a week, it’d be much quieter.

There isn’t one. The only thing is that there was one space available and my brother comes mob-handed where I am more convenient to fit in. I presume my cousin’s new wife thought she could delegate the small task of explaining this to him but I refer you back to the “drunk shambles” bit and he did a bad job of it.

I’ve yet to go to one that didn’t do glass. They even drop those things into supermarket car parks.

Shifted a ton of glass from an old greenhouse out into the car and off to the skip.

Brave move shifting all that glass.

Dad liked it because it was jaunty without the whacky uncle vibes you’d get from, for example, a Tasmanian Devil tie.

I have a black one for funerals and a silver one from my brother’s wedding, so I am not a tie aficionado.

Anyway, I thought I’d better show off the tie:

Giraffes.

I don’t have many ties, and the one I was going to wear turned out to he dirty (dry cleaned my shirt and suit, overlooked the tie), so I grabbed my Dad’s favourite tie which he would have worn if he’d still been with us. So it was a lot more meaningful and close family understood the symbolism. The waiter must just like giraffes.

Cousin’s wedding on Monday, considering he is 69, never been married and is a drunken shambles of a man (not a bad bone in his body), it went like clockwork, all credit for that goes to his new wife (who is an old hand at this marriage lark). I think the sit down meal had more courses than I’ve had in my life - starter, sorbet pallet cleanser, main meal (a massive lamb shank), dessert (a selection of three mini desserts), enough cheese to guarantee we all get gout (there was so much left over, everyone was getting silver foil from the kitchen - we left with more than a wheel of Brie and close to a wheel of Stilton), followed by coffee and tea with chocolate truffles. A waiter was so impressed by my tie that he didn’t focus on what he was doing and poured tea on a cousin’s husband. I got to meet a lot of new additions to the family and have a tonne of homework to do updating the family tree over the next few weeks. Only downside is my brother didn’t go - he is my cousin’s godson, so I felt he should go but, as he has a wife and two kids, I was easier to fit in (how to make everyone feel special). I did message him on Monday, but there has been radio silence and I know not to prod the bear.

Other than that fairly standard:

• Curry Night Wednesday - delicious vegetarian curry house in town. We ate too much, again.
• Movie Night Thursday - Death of a Unicorn, decent enough but far too much was given away in the trailer.
• Pub Friday and Saturday - nothing worth reporting.
• Today - getting chores done, sorting various things out and batch cooking.

The worst in my old place was when he got drunk one Summer night (when all the windows were open) and played The Entertainer over and over again for hours. Not quite Guantanamo but everyone was up, prowling around going “should we go round and ring the bell?” We didn’t. Years later one of their daughters came up to me in the pub and said: “we can hear you when you laugh”. So perhaps I’m the nightmare neighbour.

Further evidence for that is that the woman below me hates me and has left a note asking me not to slam the door when I go to the pub and to stop dragging furniture around - I don’t do either. I’m tempted to show her this, but she might think I was taking the piss. I might well be.