Norman Hadley

One I know well, and passed just yesterday.

Beautiful light, Paul, and such an interesting reframing of an überclassic view. Top marks.

Can we gofundme a legal challenge over the name on behalf of Cohen's estate?

Father Ted explaining the world to British media: "This is what's *dramatic*. That is what's wise, legal, ethical and logical."

Maybe the guy was just disappointed not to be MP for Gorton and Denton? Be compassionate, John.

(If the distinction seems precious, perhaps it might be excused as erring on the side of preciousness)

I'd go for, "what defines a human being?" so characteristics are objectified rather than people.

I'm suspicious of the direct, "what is a..." form because it's how a Victorian entomologist might muse on the species of a chloroformed and pinned butterfly, without agency or personhood.

Good on Walz.

Not being governor of Minnesota, my answer is that a woman is a human being, whereas questions beginning "What is a..." apply to inanimate objects.

So the question is a category error at best, downright misogynistic at worst.

I suspect Trump's disgraceful claims in January that troops from allied nations “stayed a little back, a little off the frontlines” in Afghanistan will have dented the reflexively pro-US response of right-leaning voters.

But Farage and Badenoch seem determined to overlook such a possibility.

Two in five Americans say ghosts exist — and one in five say they've encountered one While 41% of Americans believe that ghosts exist, about half as many (20%) say they have personally encountered a ghost.

That 38% figure needs some context so here it is: 41% of American adults believe in ghosts.

The dead moving among us is literally more credible than Trump doing a good job.

Two in five Americans say ghosts exist — and one in five say they've encountered one share.google/g5CUj3go5ta9...

I is another wrongfooted reader.

Clearly, the Algorithm has pegged you for just another pearl-clutching trade-explainer guy.

That is glorious, Mike: a lump of amber found in the coal-scuttle.

Frog congress

There are goings-on in the rockery.

*Heath cracks knuckles*

I won't understand how deep that snow is until you give me it in Smoots.

I'd dearly like to know how many of the 30% are actually addressing a very different question: "Given that there was a majority in the referendum, were we right to leave?"

My experience with Leavers is they have no actual argument based on evidence or reason - their *only* positive is the vote.

We need to fund a new Museum of the Postwar Golden Age (alternative name "Museum of When You Were Virile/Nubile") to give all this mawkish nostalgia a safe outlet.

Nothing like the arhythmic sound of crunch-crunch-squelch.

A tranquil afternoon at Grasmere, with a fence in the foreground and Helm Crag and Seat Sandal in the distance.

Middle aged big kid enjoying savage gale at the snowy summit of Helvellyn

If you ask why I love mountains, I might randomly drop the word chiaroscuro: the contrast of light and shade. Here are two moments from this afternoon, just an hour apart.

When "Nazi" means "not Nazi enough" nothing has meaning.

Beautiful birds. And such a great story about the faux Greek insertion of "p" before the "t"

Could split the glasses-wearing vote. Perhaps we need to launch Reborn UK, Reworn UK and Reaffirm UK. Not to mention the Conversative Party.

"I have searched the depths of legal arguments not yet articulated." Maybe he's toiling over a new scholarly translation of Maimonides.

Seems both sensible and human to grasp at every hope-straw right now, Naomi.

Epic battles of nature, part 2354. Driving across a Lancashire moor, a tumbling mass of feathers resolves itself into a kestrel and barn owl, talons locked, arguing over prey. They land in the heather, with much yickering and the owl eventually yields.

Sundown clipping a snowy Kentmere Pike

Kentmere Reservoir and the snowy Ill Bell range

Bike by a snowy fence

Bike in snow overlooking Haweswater

Gnarly conditions on the Kentmere fells, with snow deep enough to stand the bike up in. Pretty blooming marvellous.

99 Luftballons

Paging Nena
open.spotify.com/track/2IJftB...

She's a fascinating character. Though she clearly needs to buy a jacket her own size, not that thing she's borrowed from Bowie's Eighties collection.

They Dance Alone (Gueca Solo)

A song from nearly 40 years ago. (Album also includes "History will teach us nothing")
open.spotify.com/track/1boTqc...