Working from lovely, retro Jessie's today, safe from the rain

So, actually, sometimes fucking with the classics is an excellent idea. This is delicious enough to move me to post.

Look, in 1981 I believed that pureed apple was a complete meal and a monster lived in the pattern in my bedroom rug. And then I found out those things weren't true. We've had a while since Reagan to get over trickle-down.

Happy Easter. I give you an extract from David Sedaris' Jesus Shaves - the best ever essay about trying to explain something in a language you don't really speak.

"He call his self Jesus and then he be die one day on two... morsels of... lumber."

Keep seeing this Ladbrokes ad and getting the feeling I'm reading in a language like Dutch, where there are a lot of similarities with English but overall it makes no sense to me.

Firefox doing a good job of capturing the public mood here.

One of the people who really shaped my mind, who gave me a sense that beauty was both mutable and subjective and who, when I was young, implanted the idea that there was more out there. And that Out There was interesting.

Frozen Hollow Ponds

Both The Guardian and the candle maker know their audiences well

Tiny actress

Eternally five years older than me. Realise this is how time works, but Chloe Sevigny will always give me 'coolest girl in sixth form' vibes