Cherry blossom and moon. I feel like I should be writing a haiku.

Orange really is the new black, huh #OrangeMonday

Thinking back five years ago to having to change macro forecasts for 49 Sub-Saharan African markets because of Covid. Walk in the park compared to all *this*.

What a time to be alive (and luckily everyone involved, including the penguin, was following the crash).

Fentanyl a key component of iPhones. Who knew.

Zimbabweans have the best names (anyway), but we may have reached peak couple's names here.

Yeah, because it's definitely the numerals that are the issue.

Figures.

I think my local corner shop is expecting another pandemic. Or big tariffs on loo rolls

“You” and “I” are pronouns.

Super lucky to have got a return to 1536 Almeida Theatre. Hugely engaging, underscored by the person at the back of the stalls who, after one bit of verbal violence, said "f@cking *hell*" loud enough for the whole theatre to hear.

Let's keep talking about the Qatari jet, shall we?

Even if the white genocide claims were true - which, to be clear, they absolutely aren't - what's courageous about doing this stuff in your own office in front of a largely sycophantic press corps? Doing it at a rally of the Economic Freedom Fighters - now that would take balls.

Is this a....big selling point for Christians?

Have always loved his pictures. RIP Sebastião Salgado

From It Can't Happen Here, a novel about a vain, anti-immigrant fear-mongering demagogue who runs for and wins the US presidency. Written in 1935.

West London vibes.