First English soccer (correct name) match today. I finally get it. For a long time nothing happens and then all of a sudden something happens and it’s exciting. Let’s go Bedford.

Thanks for having me Bedford

I’m sitting in a kebab shop listening to drill rap. This feels like a quintessential U.K. Experience.

Be ungovernable.

Find something worth giving your life for and then give your life for it. But not in a blaze of glory. Slowly, each day. That’s real martyrdom. That’s real passion. That’s real love. That’s real. The blaze of glory thing is fake.

Whenever I need to write a really scathing email to somebody I dump my raw thoughts into Claude. Like… “You stupid piece of shit. I am not doing that ever. EVER. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? Dumbass. Fuck yourself you little bitch. I’m not the one with the issue it’s you you stupid little bitch ass bitch boy” And then Claude will remix it to be all… “Let me be unambiguous so there is no room for misinterpretation: No. Absolutely not. This is not happening — not now, not ever. I’ve made my position clear, and the fact that I need to repeat myself is, frankly, insulting. The issue here does not originate on my end, and I’d strongly suggest you take a hard look at your own side of this equation before reaching out to me again. Do not ask me about this again. Regards” It’s so great. Back in the day I would have just sent the first email lol 😂

I’m going to be interviewing @Lyn Alden on stage in Bedford. I’m sure we will cover the geopolitical and macro landscape, but I’m hoping to delve beyond that, what are some things that you always wanted to hear Lyn asked?

If you’re not retarded, life is about managing the retarded people around you. If you are retarded, life is about finding someone to manage you.