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Post shower blow dry hair

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I am absolutely in love with this at the moment. I've never delved into this band but I think I will make it my musical project over the spring/summer.

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Clint Marvel: Flying on Thin Ice

Captain Clint Marvel strode through Heathrow Airport like he owned the place. Tall, tanned, and dressed in a perfectly pressed pilot’s uniform, he had the swagger of a man who had spent decades being adored—and knew it.

As he made his way to the gate for Flight 427 to Dubai, he spotted a group of young flight attendants from his own airline standing by the crew lounge. With a wolfish grin, he slid his aviators down his nose.

“Morning, ladies. I trust you all slept well? Or at least got some sleep?” His eyebrows waggled.

The youngest of the group, a fresh-faced brunette named Sophie, looked confused. “Excuse me, Captain?”

Clint leaned in conspiratorially. “Well, with the way you all look, I’d say you were up all night. But I’m not complaining.”

The other flight attendants exchanged glances. Sophie’s jaw dropped.

Jim Foggarty, Clint’s long-suffering co-pilot, grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him away before HR got involved. “Jesus, Clint. Do you ever hear the words coming out of your mouth?”

Clint laughed. “Oh, come on, Jim. A little friendly banter never hurt anyone.”

“That wasn’t banter, that was a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Clint shrugged. “In my day, women liked a little flirtation. It made them feel appreciated.”

Jim shook his head. “In your day, people smoked on planes, and cockpit doors didn’t lock. Move on.”

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A Flight to Remember

As they boarded the plane, Clint made a beeline for Lisa Monroe, the purser. Lisa had worked with Clint for years and was one of the few people who could handle him.

“Lisa, looking stunning as always,” Clint said, flashing his signature grin. “What’s the in-flight entertainment today? Or do I just stare at you for eight hours?”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “Captain Marvel, do you ever say anything appropriate?”

“Depends. Is ‘Nice ass’ appropriate? Because I was thinking it, but I held back. That counts for something, right?”

Jim groaned. “Clint, I swear to God—”

Lisa exhaled sharply. “Marvel, I’ve told you before—one day, you’re going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person.”

Clint winked. “Well, I hope so. If I’m saying the wrong thing, that means I’ve got them flustered. And flustered means interested.”

Jim rubbed his temples. “You have got to be the only man alive who thinks an HR meeting is a flirting opportunity.”

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Pilot, Public Menace

A few hours into the flight, Clint stretched in his seat, yawning as he reached for the intercom.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’re cruising at 38,000 feet, and if you look out your windows, you’ll see… well, a whole lot of nothing. But don’t worry, the real view is inside the cabin. And by that, I mean our incredible flight attendants, who I’d like to personally thank for looking as gorgeous as ever.”

Jim snatched the intercom out of his hands. “What are you doing?!”

Clint shrugged. “Just boosting morale.”

Lisa stormed into the cockpit. “Captain, what the hell was that?”

Clint leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head. “Just a little appreciation speech.”

Lisa’s nostrils flared. “Captain, you are literally one step away from being written up.”

Clint sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave.”

Lisa folded her arms. “I highly doubt that.”

Jim muttered under his breath, “So do I.”

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Turbulence and Temptation

A few hours later, Clint made his way to the galley, where Sophie and another flight attendant, Megan, were preparing drinks.

“Ladies,” he said smoothly, “I just wanted to apologize if I’ve been too much today. I know my natural charm can be overwhelming.”

Megan smirked. “Captain Marvel, your natural charm is about forty years past its expiration date.”

Clint placed a hand on his chest. “Wounded. But I appreciate the honesty.” He turned to Sophie. “And you? Do you think I’m too much?”

Sophie hesitated. “Uh… well—”

Clint leaned in. “Because I could tone it down… but then again, I could take you out for a drink in Dubai and let you decide for yourself.”

Megan nearly choked on her coffee. “Oh my God.”

Jim appeared in the doorway. “What the hell is happening in here?”

Sophie turned bright red. “Captain Marvel just… asked me out.”

Jim pinched the bridge of his nose. “Clint. Do you ever shut up?”

Clint grinned. “Not when I’ve got an audience.”

Lisa’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Captain Marvel, please report to the cockpit immediately.”

Jim smirked. “I think you’ve got an HR meeting before your date.”

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A Slight Adjustment

After landing in Dubai, Clint was strongly encouraged to have a private chat with the airline’s senior staff.

When he returned to the crew lounge, Jim was waiting for him. “So? How bad was it?”

Clint loosened his tie. “Let’s just say, I’ve been advised to modernize my approach.”

Jim snorted. “That’s one way to put it.”

Clint exhaled dramatically. “I suppose I could try to be a little less… me.”

Jim raised an eyebrow. “Are you having an epiphany?”

Clint smirked. “Don’t get carried away. But maybe… just maybe… I’ll cool it with the in-flight innuendos. At least when Lisa is listening.”

Jim chuckled. “It’s a start.”

As they strolled toward their hotel, Clint caught sight of a stunning woman at the bar.

He nudged Jim. “Think HR covers what I do off the plane?”

Jim groaned. “You’re hopeless.”

Clint grinned. “Hopelessly charming.”

And with that, Captain Clint Marvel strutted toward his next adventure—still flying high, still pushing his luck, and still one inappropriate comment away from disaster.

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The headband is back. First run back completed. (I need to shave)

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Genius ❤️

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They probably won't but how AMAZING would it be if Oasis open with Shock of the Lightening in the summer. Just walk out and straight into that drum beat. Wow.

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Doing my usual Oscar nominated film catch up again. Might actually complete it this year. Anyway, I started with Nickel Boys last night, pretty good if not spectacular. I'd give it a very solid 7 out of 10.

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This book (which I will probably never read) looks good and seems highly regarded by people whose opinions I respect.

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The fibre number here is crazy. Probably an all time record I'd imagine. Without even trying.

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A cooool -6 here today.

I could quite happily live in a climate that gave out these types of temps on a regular basis. Love it.

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Just been down a bit of a rabbit hole on the queue system for entrance to Wimbledon. The charts for entrance time which = position in the queue is interesting.

A pretty good account to follow here for live updates: @ViewFromTheQ

Queuing for Wimbledon is something I haven't done since I was 17 (I think) and I've never been on Centre Court, which is a definite bucket list item. It will be done in the near future.

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A jaunty track to go share as this year's EP. However it has not managed to become an EP and is a "single". There were many ideas that couldn't develop, for reasons such as the idea was too weak, it couldn't/wouldn't develop any further or I already had songs that it sounded like.

I was getting so frustrated after I had just given up on idea #8 that I had recorded on my phone. With the capo still on 4th fret, I began strumming just for my own amusement at how annoying this is. There was something about it I liked and kept playing through, and when the time came to search for a chorus, it literally wrote itself. So much so that I didn't even write a lyric for it, and the second chorus which is slightly different was just ad lib but I loved how it came out so it saved me having to do another take.

I don't want that to cheapen the song at all as this is how great songs have been written and it's just one of those things. Not that this is great, but for the first thing I've written in about 12 years or so, it's ok with me.

Artwork is a zoomed in photo of my parents Christmas tree from 2012 I think. Minus the red squiggle, I have no idea what that's doing there, just an error from editing the photo, oh well, that can stay on as well.

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Reaction/Unboxing of the latest @bloodredblues Xmas EP

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Christmas is all around! The great festive film guide 2024 | Television & radio | The Guardian

For reference. Lots in here I'd love to watch.

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Definitely still looking very good. Enjoying my hair at the moment, not even doing anything with it, other than a little ruffle after the shower, no product. Though sometimes a spray of olive oil hair stuff just gives it some added sheen. I can get some longevity from this as well.

I have decided I want big hair for Oasis. Let's see.

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Boybands Forever. What a fantastic documentary series. It is produced by Louis Theroux I believe, and he has plenty of other documentaries which he has produced which look equally as interesting.

As with most people, I'm a sucker for nostalgia. Even if sometimes I can accept that, as is a 1975 lyric (I think), nostalgia is an illness - and I get that too. We need to look ahead and enjoy the now rather than pining back. But also, as with my earlier post about Christmas, taking yourself back and holding on to some of the memories that still give you that warm fuzz is absolute gold.

I'm very lucky my childhood was full of happy memories, so nostalgia hits everywhere, from sports, music, TV, even sometimes something as simple as the weather. And now I must ensure that it is passed on to my kids. That's probably the whole point of everything.

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The older I get the more I like to remember the things that brought me comfort and happiness at Christmas, and this was definitely one of them.

It's nice to share these things with the family and pass on some traditions like highlighting programmes we want to watch.