Anyway, for anyone invested in this, I had a letter published in this week's TLS, responding to something that I feel tipped over into unfair distortion, the start of which I've screengrabbed.

www.the-tls.co.uk/regular-feat...

By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept.

I took a bad photo of the brilliant crowd at the Heath Bookshop in Birmingham who came out tonight to hear me spiel about HOW TO THINK LIKE A POET. Love Brum 💚

Superb. Can't think of a book that comes closer to catching the feeling of music. In this case, dub and roots - the ghosts in the grooves.

More serious NY post. I don't read enough in volume atm to do a stack of fave books, but I hope that when I read I really *read*. And no book changed me more in '24 than Erasure. Hard to say why. I'd do a thread, but see previous post with resolution not to.

Having your toddler smash a glass door at Christmas is good luck, right? Like the opposite of a mirror

Sherry in a plastic glass with Carols from King's, keeping a fragment of Christmas tradition alive in a year of moving and upheaval. (Who knows where the glassware is.) Without being fatuous, I hope, I'm saying a small prayer of thanks for my comfort and security in a blasted world.

Fair warning, I may sometimes use Bluesky for ramblings on film, as where else would I do that? Watched Alice Rohrwacher's transcendent La Chimera last night, which has set my mind abuzz.

Ugh this pretty much broke me. Made me weep for the callowness and vulnerability of boys. And I have to admit fear, too, being a parent to one now.

C'mon then Timothee (or Tim-Chal as I like to call you) if it's really you then tell me what we got up to at Elton John's Oscars after party last year, HMMM?

On storm nights, I always think of the first stanza of this banger by Ted Hughes