This is meltingly, heart-stoppingly, delicately beautiful. And completely new to me.

Thank you.

🛸

Also, what a fucking name.

'5 years of Hard Labour' is a Victorian prison sentence, not a winning party slogan.

This is WONDERFUL. Thank you.

As we used to say in the good old days of Twitter Dot Com, this man is Very Bald.

'Happiness is when line go up', but unironically. 🙄

5 until I'm disappointed in humanity, at which point I switch to 2.

(I've now been solidly at 2 for almost 46 years.)

It is a sign people think you worth bothering with if you are involved with all that, if that's a silver lining. Which it probably isn't. Sorry.

(When it is evident that no-one is ever going to promote you to any position at all, it gives you a little freedom to switch off the nonsense.)

I can never not love Pablo Neruda.
'I have no other star' is timeless.

It's the most visible thing. It's the thing tens of millions are watching across the world.

Every single time, some lickspittle Dem crawls out of the wood to imply that all sorts of massively important things are happening, just out of shot.

That's no fucking good.

Max visibility, max opposition

I can't stand orange wine, though.

Taylor's in Oxford Covered Market: cajun chicken with sweet chilli mayo and rocket, on home-made olive focaccia, might be the best shop-bought sandwich ever.

Helps that their brownies and samosas are also ridiculously good.

We must learn to live on and on with our wounds, as Beckett wrote.

Poor 'tony' finally got around to blocking me, I see. I imagine he's still adding as much value as before.

I'm not remotely organized enough to do this, but these look gorgeous. Any chance you could box up some Wednesday leftovers?

Another stellar contribution, 'tony'. Thought-provoking stuff.

This is your entire history of thoughts on this platform, 'tony'. In one month.

I'd be more concerned about your own mental vacuum sucking you into the void than diving in to judge an idle thought by someone else.

Derrida destroyed him utterly in Specters of Marx. But somehow people still quote the zombie discourse.

She was still processing a lot of raw feelings about Aeneas.