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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 9h

The Top Gear job is his for the asking.

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Sos "Buy Lazy Kickers" Sosowski @sosowski.bsky.social · 16h

How do you even survive as an indie in the current landscape? This is insane.

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15h

News Justin: Warmongering Traitorous Paedophile Loses Latest Distraction

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15h

New Justin: UK MAGA Tumour Speaks

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16h

News Justin: Oceania Not At War With Eastasia

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

Gail, Tommy and Suzi. That was about it.

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Jason Reid @jasonreiduk.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

WOKYCHESTER 😭

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

“That’s one of Gordon’s specials. Taught you everything you know about your cheesy peccadillos, didn’t ‘e, Jule?”

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Mark @rfcider.eurosky.social · 16/10/2026

This doesn’t surprise me, you’ll see ten times more satellites than meteors now, even at the peak of the best annual showers.

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

He wanted sex in the dummies' eyes 'Lie Dream of a Casino Soul,' 1981 #FallFriday #NewsOrFallSong

Reform UK
Jenrick claims Farage has done more to stand
against racism than 'almost anybody'

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

I mean, 'Politerature' was RIGHT THERE.

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

Has he been given an advance for his prison memoir, 'My Celly Well,' yet?

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

Death of a sense of humour and death of sense 'Arms Control Poseur,' Extricate, 1990 #FallFriday #NewsOrFallSong

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

News Justin: Party Whose Logo Is An Arrow Pointing to The Right Contains Bigots

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

Just before putting them in the recycling, presumably.

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Helena @book960.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

Always wondered why he grew a beared

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Gary G @gravengr.bsky.social · 16/10/2026

To be a celebrity you gotta eat the past nowadays But who wants to be in a hopeless advert anyway #FallFriday youtu.be/rzf_oDLLnzU?...

youtu.be

Just Stop S'ways

YouTube video by The Fall - Topic

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@stemwinder @stemwinder.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

same the world over - weak, petty, vindictive, misoginistic scum

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

What is that, a concept album? A musical? Or are we just leaping straight to, 'nonce,' now, as publicity?

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

Looks more like plaggy Chris Robshaw and what the fuck the Ronaldo thing is, I dread to think.

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

Is it called Audiosalad because it's run by vegetables?

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

News Justin: Road from Clapham to Worthing gets biopic

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Spookysaurus @cheekyian.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

The ghosts in PacMan are conscious. They can distinguish between when PacMan has eaten one of those large dots and when he hasn't, knowing when to chase and when to retreat, aware of the suffering should he catch them at the wrong time. I have no more patience for hedging on this matter.

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Stan Ó hOireachtaigh 🍉 @stane.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

The ever reliable Waterford Whispers.

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John Rain🥇 @johnrain.co.uk · 15/10/2026

In the docky-wock.

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

You'd think he'd want their advice on how to cover up paedophilia for over fifty years.

Trump should fear
the BBC - these are the
people who made Noel's
House Party Emma Brockes

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

'Penis to pull car' would've done just as well.

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

"You're too smart for here." 'Eat Y’Self Fitter,' Perverted by Language, 1983 #ThurMESday #NewsOrFallSong

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

'We're five damp pensioners in a rainy city; of course it's political...'

"I am a member of the Norwegian Nobel Committee.
There are five of us. Five people, appointed by a parliament most of the planet could not find on a map, who decide, once a year, which human being the world has agreed to call good.
I know. I know. I think about it on the tram.
We meet in a building on Henrik Ibsens gate, a street named after a man who wrote almost exclusively about people discovering they are frauds, which nobody on the committee finds funny except me. There is a room with a long table and the portraits of the dead laureates looking down, Mandela, the Dalai Lama, a great many earnest men in spectacles, and one portrait we do not discuss, which is Kissinger, 1973, awarded while the bombs were still falling, after which two of our predecessors resigned and the satirist Tom Lehrer said political satire was now obsolete. We keep him on the wall. A reminder. Every family has the uncle.
It is October in Oslo, which means the sun gives up around four in the afternoon like a civil servant, and it rains the particular Norwegian rain that isn't quite falling, just hanging there, judging you. I arrive with wet shoes. I always arrive with wet shoes. There is coffee, because this is Norway and there is always coffee, we drink more of it per person than almost anyone alive, and someone's wife has sent kanelboller, the cinnamon buns, and we sit, five Norwegians, damp, caffeinated, sugared, and we decide the moral standing of the entire species.
Let me tell you how it actually works, because the world imagines a cathedral and it is, I promise you, a book club with a mandate.

287 nominations this year. 208 people, 79 organizations. Anyone can nominate, that's the secret nobody understands: a professor, a parliamentarian, a former laureate, so the "nominee" list is meaningless, it's a suggestion box, and every autumn some congressman nominates his own golden retriever and the press writes "SHORTLISTED." Nobody is shortlisted. There is no short list the public ever sees. There is us, and the coffee, and the rain, and the portraits, and a Norwegian stubbornness that is older than the prize itself.
We read reports. The institute's advisers write them, thick dull documents, and we argue. Our chairman told the BBC once that in the final meeting “there is a high temperature.” High temperature, for a Norwegian, means someone slightly raised an eyebrow and then apologized for it. We don't do high temperature. We do a long silence, and then Kristin says "well," and everyone knows exactly what "well" meant, and it's settled. That's our shouting. "Well." You'd have to be raised here to hear the violence in it.
Now. This year. I will not say the name, because we never say the name, but you know the
name.
A certain head of state wanted this prize the way a child wants a thing in a shop window, which is to say loudly, and in public, and with the full belief that wanting it was itself the argument. He said he deserved it. He said he'd ended eight wars, a number that grew most times he said it, like a fish. He had other heads of state phone us. Israel's prime minister posted it on the internet, "Give him the Nobel." The leaders of Cambodia and Pakistan announced they'd nominated him, as though announcing it were part of it, as though we tally mentions. A man flew around the globe collecting endorsements for a Norwegian committee the way you'd collect signatures for a petition to the council about a noisy dog.

And here, uff da, is the detail I treasure, the one that makes me smile into my coffee. The nomination deadline is the 31st of January. He took office on the 20th. So for all the phone calls, all the posts, all the gilded lobbying, the only nominations that could possibly count for this year's prize were filed in the first eleven days of his term, before he had, by his own arithmetic, ended a single one of the eight wars. He campaigned all year for a prize whose window had shut while he was still hanging up his coat. We didn't have to reject him. The calendar did. We just watched. Norwegians are very good at watching. We have long winters. People think we sit there weighing his deeds. We don't. That's the thing I can't make the world understand. We're not grading his homework. We don't owe anyone the prize for a ceasefire, however real, however loud the announcement. "He made peace" is not a sentence that ends in a medal, the way he believes it does, the way he believes every good thing ends in his name on it. The will of a dead Swede says the prize goes to whoever did the most for fraternity between nations. A dead Swede, I should add, who made his entire fortune inventing dynamite and selling arms, and spent his last years horrified at his own obituary, which called him a merchant of death, and so bought his way to immortality as a man of peace. The whole prize is one guilty arms dealer's attempt to launder his name. We are, all of us, administering a dead man's public relations. I find this clarifying. It keeps me humble. It should keep everyone humble, and it keeps, by my count, no one humble at all.
So who did we give it to?
An eighty-five-year-old woman. A judge. Born in Durban, under apartheid, granddaughter of a Tamil man who came to South Africa as indentured labor, a bus driver's daughter from the poor Indian quarter, who became the first non-white woman to run a law practice in her province, who defended Mandela's people when defending them was dangerous…

She did not phone us. She did not post. No prime minister demanded it for her on the internet. She had, as far as our deliberations are concerned, the one qualification the loud man could never manufacture, which is that she wanted the work and not the medal. The medal finds those people. It flees the ones who chase it. This is not a rule we wrote. It's just the only pattern the hundred-odd years of our mistakes has ever shown.
The reaction from across the ocean was immediate. His spokesman posted that we "place politics over peace." Ja. Perhaps. We're five damp pensioners in a rainy city; of course it's political, it was always political, it was political when we gave it to a sitting American president nine months into his first term for the promise of things he had not yet done, and we have been quietly embarrassed about that one for fifteen years, so believe me, we had a particular reason this year to prefer a woman with fifty years of verdicts behind her over a man with eight wars in front of him and a deadline already behind him.
Here is what he will never understand, the thing I'd tell him on the tram if he ever took one. We are the one prize he cannot buy, cannot post his way to, cannot have a friendly dictator phone in for him. Not because we're incorruptible, nei, we're as vain and wrong and human as the portraits on our wall. But because the entire point of the thing, the only power a small cold country's book club has ever held, is that it goes to the person not performing the wanting. The moment you demand it, you've proven you don't understand what it's for, and proving that is itself the disqualification. He ran the most expensive campaign in the history of the prize and the campaign was the reason. He was never losing to Navi Pillay. He was losing to the concept.
It's dark now. Four o'clock dark. The buns are gone. Kristin said "well" an hour ago and we all went home. I'm on the tram with my wet shoes, and somewhere across the water a very powerful m…

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

I remember wondering about that character's salute at the time.

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Palmer Eldritch @palm3reldritch.bsky.social · 15/10/2026

Inspired by @christhebarker.bsky.social I have just made my first (and very likely last) contribution to a @b3ta.com Photoshop challenge. b3ta.com/challenge/ki...

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