Words

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh and I eat well, and I grow strong.

Tomorrow I'll Be at the table when company comes, nobody will dare say to me "eat in the kitchen" then.

Besides they'll see how beautiful I am and be ashamed.

Langston Hughes, I, Too, Am America

On remembering long-gone friends:

‘...THESE FARAWAY BEINGS ARE FIREFLIES...EACH ONE A BIT OF PHOSPHORUS , A LIFE THAT BRUSHED MINE AND CAUSED ME, IN ITS GLOW, TO EXIST,

AND NOW THEY SIT ON MEMORIES WINDOWSILL...’

Quote: Dorothea Tanning from Between lives, An Artist and Her World

Image: Firefly Chandelier © Artist Michele Oka Doner

... for Theresa May, her moment of “sudden clarity” in Wales was admitting to herself that she’d be insane not to scrap all her promises and hold a snap general election ...

“Bloody hell, it’s like Shit Gandalf is gifting me these things,” the prime minister must have thought, carefully removing the Essential Waitrose clingfilm from her sandwiches and staring out across Wales.

My British sense of fair play and no-nonsense hairdo mean I instinctively recoil from kicking a party when it’s down, but let’s face it, ‘down’ is now Labour’s favoured position. It’s like some weird yoga thing. Downward Facing Socialism.

I’m 60 years old. I don’t have time to wait for them to get back up again. Screw it! I’m going to call an election! Yeah! Let’s do this!”

Extract From: Caitlin Moran's Celebrity Watch, The Times Newspaper, 21 April 2017