Michael Glasper

Stephen Collins in today's Guardian.

Absolute double, right?

Please enjoy this photo of my granddad, Ernie, and the telegram he sent to my nana the day he came home from the war.

Nine months later, my dad was born

The Planet of the Apes film I really want to see.

"Trump & Orban will appear at Blackpool Palace of Varieties from May to September. Contact the box office for ticket prices."

The new Charlatans album is terrific, really terrific.

And 'We Are Love' is so obviously a lost Smiths track that I went looking to see if Johnny Marr is playing on it.

Let's just take a moment to reflect on the self-sacrifice and hope this person embodies - not the evil, hateful monsters thirsting for violence.

Absolute filth from Nigel Slater in today's Observer.

I, genuinely, started writing his surname when I was composing that post.

My main take from this girlband thing on BBC2 is that Mel Blatt is a fucking legend.

Carry On Not Streaming more like.

#morelike

Good to see pleasant-smelling concierges from fictitious Mitteleuropa hotels are safe from AI.

Labour best placed to become ‘Stop Reform’ force — if it improves Party slumps to 17% in new poll, as John Major urges Tories to use strengths against Nigel Farage’s party

Today’s newsletter: some thoughts on a shocking new poll and a great speech by John Major:

Oh, come on. I'm just the messenger.

#BitOfFun

It's the sequel we deserve.

Lovely stuff.

Buckle up.

"First, we seize the means of production of the membership list without a breach of GDPR rules, thus ensuring a fine of €20 million or 2% of annual global turnover, whichever is higher, comrades."

An absolute guarantee that one of them will be wearing an Arsenal away shirt from 2011.

Watched and, in vain, tried to spot my dad in the crowd.

"I'd give that five minutes if I were you."

People who say you get an extra hour in bed when the clocks go back have obviously never got up at 2am and spent an hour putting every clock in the house back an hour.

Watched A House Of Dynamite. It's pretty good, and a decent adaptation of Annie Jacobson's book even if it doesn't officially reference it.

The reviews having a go at the ending are laughable; how do you think a massive nuclear exchange ends but with anything other than 5bn dead?

Yes. Yes, that's right.

Anyone but Sunderland though.

This feels like a practical joke that's gone too far.

I've got such a fucking awful cold that I can honestly say I now know what Barry White would sound like if he came from Teesside.

Gin Soaked Boy for the win.