Edward Craig

This is the correct answer. Hope you got on OK with 2666… It's intense.

Wonderful writing. www.golfdigest.com/story/ryder-...

All round, the US writing on the Ryder Cup has been peerless

Here's my cat. My cat hates me – and hates all other cats. She loves my wife and kids. I love my cat. She's called Phoebe. #catsofbluesky

I love the Miss Rabbit-Nanny Plum episodes of Slow Horses most.

Brilliant idea. RTL's production is available on Spotify. It's beautiful and cracks it wide open. No shame at all – a great way to get stuck in.

@rostaylor.bsky.social thank you for articulated many things beautifully on OGWN this week... The main topic in particular, the point about the BBC and political parties and more. Very nuanced and helps me understand my liberal angst. Thank you

Thanks Dorian. Fabulous shift. Good luck with it all.

@dorianlynskey.bsky.social liked your thought for the day on OGWN. That's basically Ulysses by Joyce. It's consistently life affirming. I have no other point to make. Just wanted to share. Happy people watching.

Tadej Scheffler

“No man earns punishment, no man earns reward. Free your mind of the idea of deserving, the idea of earning, and you will begin to be able to think.” from The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin

The Dispossessed was first published in 1974 by Harper & Row.

Carlos Alcaraz thanks Ashley Giles. Nice touch.

Very late to the party. Wait till you get to bio insecticides. Proper horror movie stuff

You're asking journalists to run a business. That's the issue. They're good at being journalists and might not know how to run a business. It's broadly the same deal as this thread... Just stumbling around with some others

If you're a freelance writer in Cannes next week, or a writer up for some freelance, DM me asap, you've got a commission.

Please RT. Thank you!!

It's an outside chance, but Brian Bennett is in a position to do a Bannerman here.

He has some slow scorers and tail to come while he's very set.

I am not saying he will do it, but I am saying these are Bannerman-friendly conditions.

www.espncricinfo.com/records/high...

Shut up shop at one end, Zimbabwe. Let Bennett have a stab at the Bannerman. #ENGvZIM 🏏

Just spotted that the Bannerman was approaching being on... And needed to find out who had called it first. You're winning young Jarrod.

The Matter of the Heart by Thomas Morris. You didn't think you needed to know anything about the story of heart surgery till you did… and by the end of this you'll know everything. It's a brilliantly researched non-fiction story telling an astonishing tale. And, it's very blood thirsty. Obvs.

What and where have you written about cricket? Is that a regular gig? Or a topic you're just exploring!? Excellent news!

Dad, on a bus, looking every inch a 70s icon, trilby, fag, hung over...

Dad died on Good Friday. He was 79 and had been ill. Here's a picture I found of him aged 24, buried in an album. His cricket team won a trip around some French vineyards – I'm guessing he's on his way back.

I love this shot. I'd love anyone else's take.

Thames Water picks US firm KKR as potential new owner

One year you win the IPL, the next you're sorting out drains

#nichejoke

A choir sang it at a very sad funeral I went to. I've never loved it but that version had us all - it was wonderful

That's the last 60 pages and they're amazing! The rest of the book is wildly different.

I love your cover. It won't make sense till the last word. But that's THE word. Greatest finish ever.

Good luck and enjoy. It's so fun. Needs a bit of effort but it rewards it and it ain't the Wake.

Oh don't be! It's a joy! It's genuinely funny. And has some of the most sublime writing and some of the most opaque. Don't worry about not getting bits. Do get some helping hands from the web. It's one of mankind's great achievements. And it quotes a cat perfectly: "Mkgnao!"

Kidspoem/Bairnsang Liz Lochhead it wis January and a gey dreich day the first day Ah went to the school so my Mum happed me up in ma good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood birled a scarf aroon ma neck pu’ed oan ma pixie an my pawkies it wis that bitter said noo ye’ll no starve gie’d me a wee kiss and a kid-oan skelp oan the bum and sent me aff across the playground tae the place Ah’d learn to say it was January and a really dismal day the first day I went to school so my mother wrapped me up in my best navy-blue top coat with the red tartan hood twirled a scarf around my neck pulled on my bobble-hat and mittens it was so bitterly cold said now you won’t freeze to death gave me a little kiss and a pretend slap on the bottom and sent me off across the playground to the place I’d learn to forget to say it wis January and a gey dreich day the first day Ah went to the school so my Mum happed me up in ma good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood birled a scarf aroon ma neck pu’ed oan ma pixie an ma pawkies it wis that bitter. Oh saying it was one thing but when it came to writing it in black and white the way it had to be said was as if you were posh, grown-up, male, English and dead.

it wis January
and a gey dreich day
the first day Ah went to the school…

—Liz Lochhead, “Kidspoem/Bairnsang”
published in A CHOOSING: The Selected Poems of Liz Lochhead (Polygon 2017)

BBC Radio 3 - Drama on 3, The Dead Epiphanies at a Twelfth Night party in Dublin. By James Joyce. Read by Jonathan Forbes.

‘snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves.’ For Twelfth Night, a special reading of James Joyce’s The Dead, performed by Jonathan Forbes 8pm BBC Radio 3🧵 www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m...

That was beautiful. Wonderful production and reading. Thank you very much.

#sgtpepper2024