On it like Charlotte Brontë's bonnet

If you can’t think of anything nice to say, I believe there’s a vacancy at The Spectator.

I haven’t felt like posting on this site since my mother died in October, but I feel compelled to raise my periscope given the horrifying crisis at the Morocco/Spain border in Ceuta and the disturbing amount of misinformation that’s circulating around it.

Fred Herzog is a pioneer who mastered colour photography before such a thing respectably existed. Genius.

Say he's wife beater Definition of canard Research it, numbnuts.

Rod Liddle was very much like Marmite, in that you wouldn’t want him on your television screen, radio, or newspaper.

I see Jonathan and Jennifer Hart have opened a shop together

No rain here, but it came within a field or two. Close enough that we could hear the rain laughing, hear the rain handing out crisp new five pound notes, hear the rain praising home decoration choices of the houses it fell upon.

a charming map of Cambridge, drawn by Gerard Manley Hopkins for a visit - I guess he'd forgotten his phone @ransomcenter.bsky.social

I maintain that if Burnham made it legal to confiscate phones from people who watch video or listen to music without headphones, then called a snap election, he could actually increase his majority.

David Hockney. My mother, Bolton Abbey, Yorkshire. 1982.

Me out loud: “I love the communal experience of going to the cinema” Me in my head: “Every single person in this cinema needs to fuck off.”

John Ashbery was born on this day in 1927. “Everyone is along for the ride, / It seems”. #poetry

Martial, translated by Rolfe Humphries

Mary Mabbutt. Self Portrait with Newton. 1984.