Some days I think NYT Connections was designed just to wind me up. This wasn’t a group!
As I’m the jinx, I’m not watching. But my bit of south London / Little Portugal most definitely is.
I still can’t believe The London Library let me take this home; an edition of Burke’s Philosophical Enquiry… from 1761.
In part inspired by the one paragraph I’ve managed to read this evening:
I should be in Paris. Instead I find myself contemplating whether there is a link between Binface and Roxy Music.
Another AI spam book marketing swizz, but I do like the fact that this has a strong can't be bothered air about it
I spent a lot of time looking out of this window at Mansfield College. If you’d told me then that I’d come back 30 years later, to see my books on the shelves in that same bay of the library, well I wouldn’t have believed you.
Cut out keep meme for you to use as long as the Three Lions remain in the World Cup.
A commissioned poem is always a delightful thing to undertake, so I was so pleased to see this yesterday. A poem I’d written for Knowledge Summit Dublin getting its first airing. The poem revolves around how a potato is also a store of knowledge.
As some of you have suspected, my artistic palette does not stretch that far, a fact confirmed by this book cover happenstance. Regular readers will be scared to know I’m grappling with writing about my bloody valentine again. Maybe I’ll finish this time. This struck me as a good portent I will.
Goodbye long wave, we really knew you, with your crackly forecasts of Johnners and Arlot on the boundary: