I literally never want to talk about what happened, and am going to pretend it never did.
Henceforward am going to focus on something I’m good at - bowls, perhaps, or golf
Where was the actor from Casualty? There’s always an actor from Casualty in the Lords Taverners. Why did I have to bowl the last over to a Kenyan international? I mean - WHY?
To @V_and_A, there to visit its show on Epic Iran with - who else? - @aa51_ansari
5,000 years old, & eerie as hell: the cap with ibex horns & the wings of the bird of prey draped over his shoulders hint at a being who is himself part animal & bird #EpicIran
Three absolute babes from mid-2nd century BC Susa #EpicIran
Thank you! After the demoralising match I had on Tuesday, this is the kind of reassurance that really gives me a filip, and makes me think that perhaps I shouldn't retire after all.
A lovely man stops me in the street, reminds me that @Hoggy602 was, after all, a Test bowler, & reassures me that I do look very good in whites.
Have now definitely decided not to retire.
It is absolutely true, and should the lovely man on the bicycle who stopped me outside the British Museum read this, I very much hope that he will confirm it.
“The dull, oxidised gray of slaughtered meat left out too long.”
Shalom Auslander’s description of the Hudson River in Mother For Dinner, his novel about the once proud & thriving ethnic group, Cannibal-Americans
“The Judaic concept of an Asshole God fit his generally negative view of the universe.” #MotherForDinner
I finish Mother For Dinner, definitely the best novel about a family of cannibals in Brooklyn I’ve ever read. In fact, I can best praise it as almost on a par with Hope, Auslander’s sensationally bad taste novel about a New Englander finding Anne Frank in his attic.