Some day she’ll be ready…

Read two books at once, one with each eye.

⬆️ @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social may be of interest? #poetrycommunity

It’s one of the things that makes football so compelling: however good your team is, there’s still jeopardy from bad luck or a bad run of form, and however bad they are you still think you’ve got a chance in any particular game, or that things could turn and they suddenly start playing well.

Pantograph Crank had a small, devoted following in the 1980s and 90s, but realistically they were never going to play the main stage at Glastonbury.

Presumably they join in when he gets to the chorus?

Goodness - he was only fifty.

I thought the saying was ‘full flow’? Or is ‘full throw’ something different?

When I’m playing Quordle I can’t decide between Lairs and Liars as my opening word, so some data on that would be useful… 🤣

It’s extraordinary. I was lucky enough to play in a performance of it when I was a student. I saw Rostropovich conduct it at the Royal Albert Hall in the 1990s, and was at the 50th anniversary performance in Coventry cathedral in 2012.

You take it way more seriously than me… But nice to know that my assumption (guess) was right.

Also the Agnus Dei is heartbreaking.

As did Byrd.

As was Rachmaninov.

Those stones look to have been trying for a while to work out how to squeeze through.