It's a monologue called The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury, and was a way of talking about the impact that Ray Bradbury had on me as a boy, and as an adult, and, as far as I could, about what he had done to the world. And I wrote it last year as a love letter and as a thank you and as a birthday present for an author who made me dream, taught me about words and what they could accomplish, and who never let me down as a reader or as a person as I grew up.

A new Tim Minchin song that made me cry. I tweet it in the knowledge that it may have the same effect on some of you. Thank you ⁦@timminchin ⁩

Beautiful music video from @zoeboekbinder. I loved this.

@CharlieGilmour is a brilliant writer. (His mum is magnificent author @PollySamson.) He writes here about his birth father, the complex & frustrating poet Heathcote Williams. Charlie's glorious book, about fathers & a magpie, Featherhood, is out soon.

"What we're living through is only partly a disaster novel; it's also—and perhaps mostly—a grotesque political satire."

Terrific article. And reading the Womens' anti-suffrage copy was fascinating.

I fell in love with the glasses made by Dresden, which is in Melbourne, and now have lots of pairs. They only have one style of frame, which makes life easy, and it comes in three sizes and about a dozen colors — including some made from, I am sure, recycled Lego bricks.

My hat (since many people have asked) is from @agnesb_officiel, and is one of my favourite things.