Frankie Crisp

Anyone But You (2023)

About halfway through sorting the results out, FYI.

The eyes have it. A one-album wonder, but the artwork is as lovely as their work. Mad weirdo Graham Coxon has a self-portrait on the front of Blur’s best album. I mean, come on. Iconic and in keeping with the album. Two Feet is probably the most intriguing artist about today, and this album cover reflects that.

Pulling the census form down on Sunday at about 8pm*, so this is a last shout for anyone who hasn’t submitted and wants to. *If Palace somehow turn Liverpool over it’ll be at about 4am on Wednesday.

Jaws is shit.

Good job you won’t have to worry about any of this bothering you again, knowing you’ve stopped watching it.

If she was genuinely emotional, good on her for being so invested in her job, her passion. If she wasn’t, well, she’s done a very good job in pretending she was and winding a load of people up. We’ve just had the best main event in a decade; I’m more invested in watching every nuance of that wonderful main event than whether a ring announcer pleases me.

Everton have had another 2 points deducted. Assuming Man City are arranging a car boot sale to pay for their upcoming legal fees. Right? RIGHT?

Oh! I forgot. After the chokeslam and the lights coming back on, the unintentional placement of Rock’s belt couldn’t have been better. I ran it back to see if it’d been adjusted by someone for the aesthetic, but no. It fell this way and made the visual so bloody good.

11 years, lads!