Burnham's victory is a victory for 6Music's Britain. By me, for the New Statesman.

Politicians, whatever their views on trans rights, should be concerned about this. A small group of dedicated & influential campaigners, bankrolled by a billionaire, are aggressively going after the rights of a minority group, & after anyone who dares question their actions. Wildly anti-democratic

Genuinely can't remember the last time I had cause to wear a jumper or drink a hot cup of coffee. God I love summer.

Outrageous.

The men Lionesses had a good go but they just don’t have the range

Guys I’ve been at a classical gig, what’s happening?

I should probably start taking an interest in my husband’s specialism, shouldn’t I

Lad walking through Worthing already draped in an England flag. Pace yourself, mate

Going to see the London Philharmonic Orchestra on Wednesday evening and have just realised it clashes with the football. Somehow, I don't think there's enough audience overlap for the LPO to move the performance.

It is mad that we have, somehow, allowed net zero - a policy common to all major parties under 5 years ago and supported by a majority of the public - to become a synoym for mad radicalism. It is doubly mad that we've allowed this to happen during the hottest summer on record.

“This isn’t Waterstones!” and “Are we not… a company??”

I do not crave holidays, as a rule. As the daughter of cabin crew, I was very spoilt holiday-wise, and so as an adult, I generally prefer to be at home with my dog. But my GOD I am dying, DYING to finally go on my honeymoon in September. Jonesing for a week by a pool with a stack of novels.

The French Nazis that Loyalists brought over to Sandy Row last night have spray painted a message of support for Gisèle Pelicot's rapist husband just in case you thought the "protect our women" brigade are anything other than human tumours

"Verify your age" *produces cassette of Jagged Little Pill*

Among the more gross parts of this whole thing has been watching the gulf between Farage's regard for himself and others. The deaths of Jo Cox and David Amess, the former amidst a very heated campaign, are barely considered in his paeans that he is the "most attacked politician" and now, this.

Going to see the London Philharmonic Orchestra on Wednesday evening and have just realised it clashes with the football. Somehow, I don't think there's enough audience overlap for the LPO to move the performance.

Yes, Sam Neill was great. He was funny. He was wise. He was compassionate. But most importantly, he was HOT.

Dog wanted to sleep in our room despite it being too warm for all three of us, so spent the night panting. This made me worry so I kept waking up and checking on him. We’ve basically spent the night vibing off each other’s stress and only one of us gets to nap for the rest of the day

I am known among friends as being a hot-weather enjoyer so it's been amusing to be treated like an absolute pervert the last couple of weeks. More than one pal has said "I bet you're loving this", the "you sick freak" unspoken but very much implied

Dog appears to be recovering nicely from his sore paw

I wrote a mini dissertation on this for my history A-level and have been Team Marie Antoinette ever since

Quite enjoying Jordan Henderson standing there looking very purposeful except for the massive fucking plaster cast on his arm

Dog’s nodded off but Jude Bearingham is close by

Go and see The Invite at the actual cinema, it’s a delight

Forgot to make more cold brew so am having to have HOT coffee this morning.

Just off my fourth call of the day

The absolute brass neck of companies advertising 'AI-Native Copywriter' roles. AI copywriting's been a thing for all of five minutes, no-one's a "native", get fucked

My boss in a team meeting just now: "KP, you look very glowy today" Thanks, we call that ✨ovulation week✨ (I did not say that out loud)

Got a content & copy meeting with a new client tomorrow - niche industry I know nothing about, business owner is ex-Army. I have the heebie-jeebies. Colleague: "He's ex-Army, you're a posho, you'll get along famously, I'm sure"

July 9th is, for me, one thing and one thing only: my beloved grandmother’s birthday. She’d be 94 today if she were still with us. If anything, I miss her MORE as time goes on, not less. Here we are at my christening:

Au Bal, by Manet. I think it’s how inaccessible and unknowable the woman is. I love it.

I know this is not enforceable but I think anyone who says anything like, "I believe women but I am suspicious that this woman is particular is paid/coming forward for attention" should have to cite examples of multiple women who have made money & success out of accusing high-profile men of rape.

Noodle is always on high alert when he can hear next door’s Golden Retriever Margot playing with a squeaky toy in the garden:

I really need people to understand that being shitty to women is not separate from a person's politics. Contempt for those seen as weaker, resentment towards people who get something you think you're entitled to, using power to dominate or intimidate—these are the foundations of someone's"politics."

Cutting off consistently profitable and celebrated lines of British expertise seems like a great use of government. Lovely stuff.

Hope The Odyssey is a huge success and inspires more big budget adaptations of famous poems. An empty icebox. A fruitless marriage. Jessie Plemons and Kirsten Dunst in This Is Just To Say

In our house we call Haaland the Baby Man

Not saying that game was stolen from Egypt but it is now on display at museum in London.

Egypt??? EGYPT??

It's mental when you actually listen to Farage talk out loud, just an utterly foul, entitled sounding dickhead. And yet by far the most popular politician in the UK

Saying you're the "most physically attacked" MP when two MPs have been killed in the last decade is just horribly self-absorbed.

God he's so whingey, isn't he. Such a whiner.

Good morning to everyone in Belgium

I want a camera trained on his crying, petulant, sex offender face at full time, please. #TheFootball

Green Day, Milton Keynes Bowl, Sunday 19th June 2005. I was 15. Got home at 4am on the Monday morning, got up for school 2 hours later. Felt like a bin, but got through the day high on joy, spent most of it talking about the gig with other pals who'd been there. The kids will be fine today.

Was emphatically NOT going watch any football last night but woke up inexplicably at about 3.40am, checked the score and decided to join in for the last 20-odd minutes of ✨drama✨ It's going to be a long Monday, isn't it

Do not go willy into that good nilly

Two of my best mates have had gorgeous weddings this year and now I’m a bit sad that the next one in my calendar isn’t until May. WEDDINGS ARE JUST NICE AND I LOVE THEM

Side point, what good writing that is on that leaflet. Full of information, but very clear and sparing.