The current crisis has made it clear that I’ve never heard of most of the UK gov cabinet members. Changed days.
...the songs of John Prine feel genuinely radical in their reverence of the specific, the local, the small. They suggest that in amongst the unexamined nuts and bolts and wood chip and whiskey of so-called ordinary working lives you can find the big stuff—hope, love—life even—in all their corniness, and ask us to go on living, in spite of ourselves.
I’m all for being safe on the web but Firefox is starting to get a bit too snooty about which sites it will allow me to visit. I don’t need all the hand-holding.
The BBC has been getting loads of stick lately, some of it deserved, but I think their coverage of this has been pretty good. I think it’s been calm and useful and not at all sensational.
This virus does not respect Johnson’s delusions of national character, says Fintan O’Toole, columnist with the Irish Times
Spent part of the afternoon listening to this beautiful album. How To Get To Spring by Jon Brookes on on Clay Pipe Music.