This year for end of term treats we’ve watched Labyrinth, The Neverending Story and we’re half-way through The Princess Bride (I’m prepped for Montoya’s little linguistic moment). The class keep asking to watch more of “the 80s” - it cracks me up.

Gothic 9yo is copying out the text to Duck, Death and the Tulip by Wolf Erlbruch because he loves it so much he wants the words with him all the time 🤷‍♀️

Accidental poem written aloud by a softly-burbling fugue-state class of 8-9 year olds while watching the last few scenes of Labyrinth:

Hi friends. It's official podcast launch day! It's Storytime with Wil Wheaton's first episode, a wonderful story called Rock, Paper, Scissors, Love, Death, by Caroline M. Yoachim, is now available wherever you get your podcasts. I'm so excited and pretty anxious! It's a big day!

It exists! My new book is out later this year with Reaktion Books. If you are famous and/or a public intellectual and want to review it/provide a pull quote, DM. #ProtestHistory #Commons reaktionbooks.co.uk/work/contest...

Oh this is so true. “Realist” fiction is a comforting fantasy. Fiction in which people create strange computer programmes that pretend to be God and billionaires build survival bunkers is truthfully reflecting reality. So is fiction where weird hallucinatory shit happens.

My mother just randomly mentioned “Robbie Williams - you know, Wham?” After I had recovered from my weeping snorting fit she said “Oh well, I knew he was in some sort of band like What What What…” She was not trolling me.

Some grieve for Chocolate Pac-Man. Some relish his doom. Some find his defEAT inevitable. Some wail for him to step into the bright shroud of Lazarus. Some say that resurrections are cheating (except for that 1 story where everyone comes back twice so they die again gruesomely rapidly lots).

Can’t wait til the paperback comes out so I can get some for my class - there are worlds of glorious writing / mapping / creepy flora & fauna lessons (and more) aching to be planned. It’s heavenly beautiful too…

My mum is grumbling about how things have changed - “Now we’ve all got mobile phones and I don’t know what’s happened to citizens band radio…”. She has a new trapper hat - “like putting your head into a rabbit - it’s quite delightful” - which will end up slathered in wax if it dares let in rain.