If you read twitter backwards it's about nazi pedophiles trapping Stephen fry in a lift

Last fiction book I read was Pride and Prejudice, so heir incubator and household manager I guess?

And the one before that was Dawn by Octavia E Butler, so

[spoiler alert]

more or less the same.

Mine was someone playing Silent Night on a descant recorder earlier today.

And I feel obliged to add that it was really lovely, what with recorders having been ruined for most of us through endless mechanical renditions of London’s Burning in primary school. It was nothing like that.

Nobody in The Moral Maze gets eaten by the Moral Minotaur, which is a fundamental flaw in the programme.

I was there at the Patrick Stewart episode with the communicator pin that got a bigger ooh than the piece of meteorite. I was there in spirit during lockdown, hearing you all figure out how to do a panel show on zoom.

You did the brave and decent thing, and I’m gutted you had to. Very best wishes x