I went to Madrid to see Isabel Quintanilla’s painting of her bathroom shelves, and now I’m showing you Isabel Quintanilla’s painting of her bathroom shelves.
There’s a bush in our garden that spends 11 months of the year being extremely drab and insular, but pops up in May wearing an enormous purple feather boa. We call him Clive, but we haven’t really asked ourselves why.
Sinéad O'Connor was brilliant, smart and courageous as fuck. I hope she’s remembered for her sense of humour, too.
Here she is attending an anti-Sinéad O'Connor demonstration in disguise. Truly one of a kind 🖤
I am once again thinking about how, aged 11, Courtney Love failed to get into the Mickey Mouse Club after choosing to recite Sylvia Plath's 'Daddy' at her audition
As a teenager, my mum was good friends with Morrissey's older sister, and still likes to tell me about the time he sighed "for what must have been 20 seconds" because she was standing in the way of the toaster when he wanted to use it 🍞
Wishing I had the confidence of the first-year undergrad I once taught, who, despite having never read Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, wrote an entire essay on it, which concluded: ‘and maybe even the darkest hearts can still let a little light in after all?’
Began laughing hysterically at the memory of me and the only other queer kid in my class at primary school refusing to play football at break time in favour of playing ‘The Bill’, which consisted of the pair of us walking slowly in sync while quietly humming The Bill’s theme tune
Since he’s this year’s Christmas number one, here’s a reminder of the time George Michael sent £15k to a Deal or No Deal contestant to pay for her fertility treatment, and another £25k to a woman he saw crying in a café 💚
Still thinking about the group of women sitting in front of me for All of Us Strangers last weekend, who sobbed through the last 15 mins. When the lights came on, one tried to lighten the mood by saying “All of Us Crying, more like!”, to which another snapped “NOT NOW, NATALIE!”
Thinking about the time my mum rented us Mrs Doubtfire on video, and when it ended she turned to my sister and I and said "that was very funny, but neither of you should deceive people like that"
Some very exciting personal news: I’m spending the night in a tiny cottage on a rainy hillside, and am about to start reading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier FOR THE FIRST TIME! 🔥
I’m ready to speak my truth: I hate the awful Go Ape outdoor activity sections on
#TheTraitors
. You suddenly go from an intense Agatha Christie whodunnit to a drab team-building exercise on a NatWest away day.
This dog on
#Crufts2024
looks like she’s starring in an ITV drama about a retired detective chief inspector in a quaint Yorkshire village, who has a shrewd mind and one last case to solve
No one can leave my sister’s living room because Ethel has ONCE AGAIN bitten off the door handle and is refusing to give it back. Please keep us in your thoughts at this difficult time.
For anyone struggling with impostor syndrome today, remember that someone was once commissioned to create the artwork for a Kylie Minogue compilation CD and came up with this:
Since today’s his birthday, here’s a reminder of the time George Michael sent £15k to a Deal or No Deal contestant to pay for her fertility treatment, £25k to a woman struggling with debt, and £5k towards a student’s nursing degree 💚
Here’s something: I’m starting a new job as a Literature Relationship Manager at Arts Council England, where I’ll be supporting writers, publishers, festivals and bookshops to do lots of great things. I’m really looking forward to it! 📚
For some reason I’m crying with laughter recalling when I was 17 and working in a dusty medical records office with 3 women named Barbara, Margaret and Debs. One day we all ate our sandwiches on a bench in the hospital car park and Debs said it was “just like Sex and the City” 🍸
Since the winner of the Booker Prize will be announced today, a reminder that Muriel Spark helped spread a rumour during the 1994 ceremony that Iris Murdoch’s husband was stealing potatoes from guests' plates 🥔
Imagine making your first music video after being arrested for a “lewd act” in a public toilet, and deciding that it should include mirrorball urinals. I bloody miss George Michael. 🪩
#GeorgeMichaelOuted
I’m going to look at buying my first car this weekend. Unfortunately, I know absolutely nothing about cars and will be bitterly disappointed if this one isn’t available.
To mark Grace Jones’s 75th birthday, please enjoy her insisting that ‘Pull Up to the Bumper’ is simply a pleasant song about the joys of manoeuvring a long, well-waxed limousine into a very tight space, and ‘shame on you’ if you think otherwise 🚘
One of the problems with having spent so much of my life reading Muriel Spark is that when someone books a Teams meeting at, say, 9.45, I automatically hear Miss Jean Brodie utter “she thinks to intimidate me by the use of quarter hours?”
In the queue for Barbie last weekend, 2 women had a row about money one owed the other for a holiday. It’s taken me a full seven days to come up with this, but:
BARBIE QUEUE BEEF hahahaha 👑
US drag queens: I’m Calexis Iman Dupree Davenport St James, from the illustrious House of St James! ✨👑
UK drag queens: I’m Electra Fence because once I touched an electric fence and electrocuted myself and landed in a pile of cow shit.
#DragRaceUK
Here's an AS Byatt quote that I've thought about a lot over the last few years (it's in 3 parts):
'I remember sitting down and thinking: I am terribly depressed and this cannot go on. And then I thought: You can kill yourself or you can get interested in absolutely everything.'
If you’re feeling a pang of guilt about having a takeaway tonight, remember that Barbra Streisand saw fit to install an entire DICKENSIAN STREET, including several fully-staffed ‘shops’, in the basement of her house, to show off her favourite antiques.
Please order extra chips.
Imagining the novel Ali Smith is furiously composing during all of this: Narrated by a nurse, a precocious child called Germ, a tree stump, a Microsoft Teams call, NHS 111 automated advice, and the ghost of Kenny Rogers. Musings on Charlie Chaplin throughout.
Out this afternoon.
I’m having my first ever author headshot photo taken tomorrow (news incoming!), and am already bracing myself for bitter disappointment when it doesn’t bear any resemblance to Muriel Spark posing with Patricia Highsmith’s cat on a balcony in Rome
Do you know what I’m a big fan of? EXCESSIVE FORMALITY IN POP SONGS. If you’re Erasure singing “oh baby, refrain from breaking my heart” or Diana Ross chirping “respectfully, I say to thee: I’m aware that you’re cheating”, then I’m simply all ears 💛
On this day in 1836: Writing in her diary, Charlotte Brontë reflects that teaching is perhaps not her dream job.
‘Am I to spend all the best part of my life in this wretched bondage, forcibly suppressing my rage at […] the most asinine stupidity of these fat-headed oafs?’
I’m spending the day researching my next project on Muriel Spark.
This image, you might say, is a mood, a vibe, a lifestyle, and a possible book title. 💀
Thinking about the Christmas my boyfriend got me the same Joni Mitchell CD that proves Emma Thompson’s husband is unfaithful in Love Actually, which prompted me to do a whole bit where I pretended to reach the same conclusion. Alas, he hadn’t seen the film and was just confused.
Anyone sad enough to be making jokes about Madonna would do well to remember that she’s made it her life’s work not to give a shiny shit what you think of her
Everything is absolutely awful, but I’ve just baked a Manchester tart so large that it could be rented out as a modest studio flat for the competitive price of £1,095 per calendar month
Marking Kate Bush’s birthday by telling you that, aged 12, she responded to the death of her pet hamster by writing a poem for her school newspaper entitled ‘EPITAPH FOR A RODENT’ 🐹
I recently asked a family friend when they first knew I was queer, and they immediately mentioned my 5th birthday party, when I asked everyone to stop playing football in order to join me in drawing pictures of Tina Turner 💔
Absolutely love this - Paul O’Grady supporting the 2010 student protests on his live TV show
“Education should be for everybody, not just those who can afford it”
Ethel insists I shake her paw continuously. If I stop she cries. We have been shaking paws for 38 minutes at this point. Please can someone come round and take over. We can work shifts, it’ll all be fine. I’ll cook you a meal. Please hurry x
I’m not sure I’m allowed to talk about it yet, but the most exciting thing to ever happen in my life has very recently happened, and I say that as someone who once had a portrait of an octopus made from bits of dry pasta shown on Art Attack 🐙
Do you think these photos of Kate Bush pretending to be a bat would look good as a set of commemorative stamps?
Interviewer: we meant do you have any questions about the job
Apropos of nothing, I'm thinking fondly today of the art supply teacher I had in high school, who - like a low-rent Jean Brodie - dismissed the entire curriculum and just had us draw sketches of Dorian from Birds of a Feather while he chain-smoked out the window
Thinking about when I was 17 and on a date with a highly pretentious older guy. He asked me what my favourite piece of music by Philip Glass was, but I thought he said ‘Cilla Black’ and responded “probably ‘Surprise Surprise’? Or even the Blind Date theme tune, if that counts?”