The BBC breaking news report of Hockney's death concludes with the words: 'Stay with us as we bring you the latest developments.'
I am genuinely curious as to what, in the circumstances, those developments might be.
I've always been a little suspicious of calling any artist 'the greatest' as though there were some league table. But as the years passed, and the work continued it's restless advance, and the way of seeing never faltered, it became clear to me that David Hockney really was ours. RIP.
The boss has started an uprising and I believe I’m contractually obliged to get behind it. So you know, down with this outrage.
For today’s @ftweekend.com I am at Wild Izakaya which is an Izakaya - a casual place for a couple of beers and a few snacks - much as fortnums food hall is a grubby corner shop. Terrific cooking, serious ingredients and five pages of premium sake.
www.ft.com/content/11b9...
Lincolnshire, TKC is coming your way. Apply for tickets at the link.
www.bbc.co.uk/showsandtour...
At the Nevill Holt festival in the grounds of the house owned by David Ross (co-founder of car phone warehouse), and look what I’ve found. Great plan, just a stupid way of advertising it.
In a cab. The driver glances at me. ‘Has anybody ever told you that you look like…’ I mentally prepare myself: Llewelyn-Bowen? Dave Grohl? Marco? ‘… Gaddafi?’
FFS.
Oh Gawd. Jonathan Wilson +Stephen Osborne + Rhapsody in Blue = bliss
#proms
Whisper it: as a big fan of Indomie instant noodles, with their multitudionous sauce and seasoning sachets, I can't help but find myself a little attracted to these images. I mean come on: noodles looking like bed springs.
Thoughts and prayers with @pickardje.bsky.social and all the other political corrs, furiously throwing search terms at multiple PDFs in search of the best Mandelson nuggets by deadline.