Love, Lindsey - February 28th 2025

It’s Friday! We did it! I’ve had the world’s mankiest cold for the last few days which isn’t much fun when you’re trying to edit a book, especially when you have ingeniously given your main character a very complicated job that is so far outside your area of expertise, you routinely have to bang your head against a brick wall and wonder what the fuck is wrong with you, but I digress. Let’s see what else has been going on, shall we?

Dear Diary

One of the biggest issues with living through times of political upheaval/the end of democracy is the fact you still have to do all the normal things as well as wonder whether or not planes are going to fall out of the sky. I very much wish I’d sat down with my grandmother to ask how she found time to trim her toenails while keeping a job and waiting for the village to be bombed by the Luftwaffe during the Second World War because I’ve got to tell you, sitting down to record a comedy wrestling podcast while getting news alerts about El0n Twat eviscerating the federal government is a challenge. And yet we persist! And we persist by eating Zotz, a boiled sweet filled with sherbet that I only just found out about and now intend to eat until my teeth fall out, and by going to the Tam O’Shanter monthly speakeasy for absurdly strong cocktails with very smart, very funny people who I admire endlessly. In the words of whoever wrote the Asda commercial, every little helps.

If you ever come to LA, I do encourage you pop into Tam O’Shanter if you can. The tourist pitch is that it’s a cutesy, century old restaurant, once beloved by Walt Disney and the original Disney animators that serves incredible prime rib. It’s great. You can sit at Walt et al’s table with all their names carved into the wood (graffiti is only shameful if you aren’t famous), sample their extensive whiskey collection and eat some tasty food. However, if you are British, you can simply marvel at a Scottish-themed restaurant with a red phone box outside and questionable interpretations of '“Scottish” meals on the menu. It’s so close! Only you don’t make Pimms with ginger ale! Toad in the Hole doesn’t have diced steak inside!