A Bloomsday happened here. By the look of things, at least twenty souls were metempsychosised.

Phil Foden still looks like an amniotic mould that a footballer might hatch out of.

#thinkingofher

I hesitate to join the Taylor Swift Discourse, but I find it very hard to believe that Joe Alwyn has “never been to Vauxhall.” Everybody’s been to Vauxhall. It’s not an avoidable part of London.

It’s true, the standard of advertising on twitter really has dropped. .

Old Artificer’s Day

I’d missed that Eoghan Harris’s brother ran on an Independent Ireland ticket in Cork South Central last week. (214 votes.)

I understand that Team Keir have grown a bit weary of Peter inventing policies on their behalf, and have politely frozen him out, so I think this is mostly him reminding everyone that he exists.

Nope. I’m not having that as a word.

“Sir Nicholas Serota, the chair of Arts Council England, threatened to review a £3.2 million grant given to Welsh National Opera after the company’s music director wrote an open letter about the impact of Arts Council cuts on the organization.” van-magazine.com/mag/nicholas-s…

Meanwhile, in ‘Fleeing a sinking ship’ news.