It’s just Desert Island Discs, but even more frustrating. I know you contain multitudes. And my name is Legion. 😉

Ten-four, Rubber Duck.

Are you writing your own literary reviews now?

I’d say my nine-year-old son is the enthusiast. I’m just along for the ride!

The species is Hutt; their home planet Nal Hutta; their language Huttese.

Star Wars literature usually caps up species names, as far as I can tell.

Somewhere, in a galaxy far, far away, there’ll be a definitive authority. That ain’t me!

He’s a Hutt/hutt (see earlier discussion), full name Jabba Desilijic Tiure.

I need a lie down.

*ahem* Cap or no cap, it’s Wookiee/wookiee.

I should make room in my overheated brain for something else, shouldn’t I?

And the crossing lines: the violin bows, the table, the necks of instruments. And then that ‘modern’ head in the foreground looking away, not part of the group. Brilliant.

Sorry if that’s all too effusive! 🫠

What a great picture. The colours, the expressions, the composition: how everyone is turned towards the action in the foreground, the players who are facing away from the viewer and into the picture. The flautist on the left joining in draws the eye across all the faces. Art from the Low Countries!

At least you found a ‘family’ bag. They’ve disappeared round my way. I had to make do with the small ones. Daylight robbery.

Happy anniversary, authors! 😍

What’s the difference between a rhinoceros and a biscuit?

You can’t dip a rhinoceros in your tea!

What’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?

You can’t wash your hands in a buffalo!

What’s that? Yeah, I’m a dad. Does it show?

Accidentally, you say? 🤔

Final checks on rediscovered draft MS of a Mexican American novel first published in 1959; editing a librarian’s professional memoir; feedback to author of a mixed-media science fiction novel; and responding to author of a kids’ poem on the water cycle that uses collective nouns for wildlife.