Imagine catching a late night cab home when you’re semi-drunk and having to correctly pronounce “Sunny Blunts Estate” as your address https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🙊" title="Nichts sagen-Affe" aria-label="Emoji: Nichts sagen-Affe">

it’s a nice bit of brutalism, & the estate’s centre piece is the Apollo Pavilion. Which was named in honour of the 1969 NASA mission that put people on the moon. Poignant stuff given that #MichaelCollins died today https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🌘" title="Abnehmender Sichelmond Symbol" aria-label="Emoji: Abnehmender Sichelmond Symbol">https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🚀" title="Rakete" aria-label="Emoji: Rakete">

On reflection, I think there’s something about “Sunny Blunts” that reminds me of my old Nan’s favourite Guinness-fuelled party piece. Which used to be a rapid-fire rendition of

“Old Mrs Hunt, she had a cuddy blunt, not a cuddy blunt, but a hunt blunt cuddy”