Just spent a very pleasant bank holiday morning finishing reading The Underwater Ballroom Society. Thanks to @stephanieburgis and all the authors (particularly Iona (@[email protected]) for making it appear in my Twitter feed)!

Good for Lauren Groff news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/…

Just flicking through nigel slater's Appetite for the first time in years. What an absolutely great book. Probably shaped my cooking more than any other.

I want to tell you a story about how my mum taught me that I’m allowed to leave an uncomfortable situation.

Tomorrow begins an annual holiday tradition for Quiet Pine Trees, one that I look forward to all year long. If you want to see all the previous incarnations, and other song lyrics I’ve written, you can pre-order the new Quiet Pine Trees book! unbound.com/books/quiet-pi…

Well it's mid-week and freezing cold, so here's a thread of composers as biscuits. 1. J. S. Bach, Chocolate Leibniz. Basically cannot go wrong with this biscuit.

The reporting of yesterday's indicative votes offers a vivid illustration of a political culture that seems incapable of understanding politics as anything other that a winner-takes-all adversarial process. 1/8 theguardian.com/politics/2019/…

Alternative Big O notations: O(1) = O(yeah) O(log n) = O(nice) O(nlogn) = O(k-ish) O(n) = O(ok) O(n²) = O(my) O(2ⁿ) = O(no) O(n^n) = O(fuck) O(n!) = O(mg!)

Letter in the Times, from me.

Alan Johnson, who grew up in North Kensington, goes to the Proms for the first time and it's ace theguardian.com/music/2017/sep…

Some top level transport geekery from London Reconnections on the Uber licensing issue. londonreconnections.com/2017/understan…

Sorry, we’re out of context. But perhaps I could interest you in a fundamental misunderstanding.

YouGov polled the actual trolley problem

I have repurposed the data that were in your personal profile and which you were probably saving for friends Forgive me they were politically useful so lucrative and [WHICH WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS POEM ARE YOU?? TAKE OUR QUIZ CLICK HERE] —Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook

Let us go then, you and I, and under marvel-shrouded Innsmouth's sky Like squamous blasphemies; Let us speak of deep abysses cyclopean, Our texts are hidden, our accounts Procopian (for 'twould drive them mad to read of our hells In their sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells) x.com/iotar/status/9…