Today's contribution to the London anti-trump march:

Heading to Texas tomorrow. Fascinated to see how the locals are feeling. To me it feels like a deeply weird lull before a megastorm, or the sea going the wrong way before a tsunami - birds falling out of the air, lunatics tilting at windmills, fish flapping around. What rough beast awaits us?

Watched this last night at the Clapham Picture House. An hour and a half incredibly well spent. Astonishing from Culkin and the layers of pain (and humanity) left me choking. Deliberately small. Perfectly formed.

I like it here. Since it's doing so well, please could someone launch a new version of Instagram where people just take nice pictures and share them with a few friends?

Bottom of the league. Cold. Wet. Wind blowing rain in face. Days like these…

Last night I shouted at Elon Musk because he'd left a huge mess in the kitchen. 'You're a person, you shouldn't be doing this!', I said. My dreams are strange and mundane but occasionally they seem meaningful.

It's so long since I was on Twitter. This feels weird, I'm not gonna lie.