Scottish indie book publisher 404 Ink, run by Heather McDaid & Laura Jones-Rivera, will close next summer after ten trailblazing years. Starting with Nasty Women and known for their radical Inklings series, they’ve published titles by authors including Chris McQueer, Helen McClory and Alan Cumming.

Trump is a profound coward as well as a bully which is why he had to surround himself with sycophants. What a pathetic spectacle.

Newsnight directly pitting a calm Ukrainian spokesman against a rabid Trump lackey like The Day Today War episode never happened.

The Trump/Zelensky White House footage is making me feel genuinely sick.

I wrote a short piece about the legacy of David Lynch.

I’m genuinely tempted to turn this account into a dedicated David Lynch fan page from now on. I never want this all-out adoration to subside.

I started my David Lynch salve with Blue Velvet. I’d not seen it for many years but I think it might be my favourite; I can’t imagine changing a single scene. Dennis Hopper still terrifies me.

There seems to be no let-up on this David Lynch love-in. What a wonderful (however brief) moment this is. It still feels so raw to me but I’m preparing to watch Blue Velvet tomorrow. And I’m curating a pile of Blu-rays to devour over the next month. This will heal.

David Lynch (1946-2025)

From our staff writer Murray Robertson: 'It will take some time to process this news. Right now, all I can say is that, outside of friends and family, David Lynch was undoubtedly the most formative person in my life. What a stunning body of work he has left.'

I’ve loved reading the wall-to-wall tributes to David Lynch but it all feels too soon. Such a sad day.

I’m very sad about the death of David Lynch and I don’t have much to say about it right now. I’m just glad I once got to meet him.

Today is the 25th anniversary of the most embarrassing day of my life. I know this because I kept a diary throughout most of 2000. A thread. 1/14

My favourite game of the year arrived right at the end of it: my review of Indiana Jones and the Great Circle.

Some time ago I read that John Torode would have nothing to do with Gregg Wallace when the cameras were off and now it all makes sense.