Blind contour drawing of vase of flowers

From now on, I’m only buying furniture that looks like it was crafted from boiled sweets.

At Graces Mews.

🎶 Gordon Brown, texture like sun 🎶

Much of the commentary on Gordon Brown is steeped in ageism. The notion that someone like him is not capable of looking to the future or coming up with radical policy - especially in light of a his recent work on child poverty and constitutional reform - is not the profound take some think it is.

Last night I saw these two performance storytellers do a show about Greek goddess Hecate and it was FABULOUS. Lucy Lill and Sarah Liisa Wilkinson. Do see them if you ever get chance.

I think it's worth people knowing that Enfield has a Labour MP and a Conservative councillor who are *both* called Bambos Charalambous.

I had takeaway pizza for tea last night BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT and it didn’t have enough pineapple on it for my liking so I ADDED EXTRA MYSELF. Unfollow if you wish.

"Voters are tired of the status quo", says Keir Starmer, a man who could not be more status quo if he had a ponytail and a telecaster.

This morning I think the main thing we should be celebrating is sharing a planet with David Attenborough. Happy birthday to a gentle, wise, stalwart defender of all that is right, and fierce critic of what could be a lot better. A century of learning and teaching. He must know how we all love him.

I accidentally put on the amulet of fatigue instead of the amulet of power this morning

❛ Okay, I write overblown, purple, self-indulgent prose. So fucking what? Feminist literary icon, Angela Carter, born #OTD in 1940.

Got myself a striped skirt and I’m simply thrilled at the Mrs Pepperpot of it all.

That armadillo better be real and not AI

How armadillos gather foliage for their nests

Odyssey trailer looks absolute horses

it took me too long to realize that this was "horseshit" censored and not new slang i didn't know about yet where "horses" meant bad

I have just seen this for the first time and I love it.

Pro-tip: don't let your house to a poet.

Look at the time

I’m sure I didn’t used to have to open unscheduled phone calls to friends with the words ‘don’t panic, nothing’s wrong’

Re: the latest Taskmaster, the same friend and I were briefly a clowning duo called Mustard and Custard. (I was Custard.)

As a child in the 1970s, I remember thinking: gosh, when I grow up I hope there are no libraries, no English Literature degrees, no bookshops, no decent public services, no Top of the Pops, no Woolworths, just an endless plain of sport and home computers. Feel blessed to have lived to see it happen.

Just did a bit of shelving, which I don’t often do these days, and it struck me anew - HOW GOOD are libraries?! All the books you could think of, to borrow, FOR FREE. You can just choose whatever you want and TAKE THEM AWAY. It’s incredible, really.

You are a skilful and trusted vizier. You will advise me wisely on how best to rule the kingdom. You will not scheme or plot. You will not inveigle my other courtiers into turning against me. You will not lie to me about scheming or plotting. If you scheme or plot against me, you have to tell me,

*searches ‘how to get battenberg without leaving the house’*

Rhubarb, it’s celery in drag.

Very very sad today. I’ve had ice cream for tea and now I’m going to bed. *lip wobbles*

Roused from my bed at daybreak and forced against my will to draw a mouse tending to her cheese tree.

Friends fear…crockery…etc.

Plumbert Plumbert

My children (1/3 of Blue Bendy) performing at St Philip’s Church, Salford, this evening as part of Sounds From The Other City.

Bank holiday weekend.

I should “think about reducing my list of enemies” APPARENTLY

Sunday

This guy has the look of someone *threatening* to play the recorder

Anyway. A terrific evening with Manchester Camerata, although I’d rather have had more Anna Meredith and less Ludwig van Beethoven.

Crikey bobs. Today’s ceilings saved the best for last.

Well, Salford Art Gallery is LOVELY. Look at these ceilings! (It’s a shame they don’t have fancy pendant lights.)

A little confused on the outside, Clifton Cathedral is magnificently resolved inside. Chalk another victory up to Vatican 2.

Spectacular out there. In the words of Phil Collins, “You won’t need a jacket!”

I’m so librariany, the pattern of my frock is called ‘Endpaper’ (this is true).

OKAY, PETAL.

So up and to my office (being come to some angry words with my wife about neglecting the keeping of the house clean, I calling her beggar, and she me pricklouse, which vexed me) and there all the morning.

🎶 Caturday! Caturday! Caturday! Caturday! Caturday! Caturday! Caturday! Caturday! 🎶 (a la Elton J)

Keen to watch a version of Traitors featuring all the remaining cast of Play School

bricks and walls patterns. some deliberate, some not.

May Day poster, Cuba by Daysi García López, 1970