Nothing like glitching hotel corridor lights to enhance the horror ambience.

It's in the National Portait gallery, and that photo does not do it justice, it's a lovely and striking thing.

Louise Jopling by Millais. I think I read somewhere he was frustrated by her refusal to smile so it's both a beautiful image of a female artist and an admirable attitude. I'd hang it in my bedroom so it would be the first thing I'd see every day.

If you read Carrie and can't love her, it's you that needs to change.

Morning.

I have this in my clutches already but I am waiting for a dark night to read it!

Getting ahead of the game and signing stock for The Whitby Bookshop before publication day.

If we were told how much benefit our country collectively gets from people making stuff up out of their heads, a truly socially mobile option, we wouldn’t know our proper place. It’s why they’ve made the arts almost impossible to pursue for ordinary people. Get back on your trawler, prole scum.

Thank you! x

Did some shopping, cooking, and singing with two of my favourite people yesterday. This is Dolly by way of The Wailin' Jennys.

A fellow shopper and I scooped them up and dropped them back into the water. Sadly I was unable to give the dickhead responsible the same treatment.

So cross. Stupid and cruel and pointless people, and I wasn't too impressed by the tourists shrieking in fear either

Happy Saturday to everyone except the person who decided to spend a happy afternoon crabbing on the Dock End (don't get me started) and thought leaving a couple of little crabs (beautiful things close up, miracles of evolution) scuttling about the pavement in the sun.