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Well. 

Teenage Fanclub have a (socially distanced) gig...

Yikes.

I was on this...

I chose Limmy's autobiography 'Surprisingly Down To Earth And Very Funny' because -  as I say in the programme - Limmy's comedy makes me laugh in a way that so much comedy doesn't and I went through his book like a hot knife through butter. Themes include: mental health; serendipity; how fleeting moments of childhood can leave a lifetime's mark; how young people talk about sex (and subsequently how some men and boys treat women and girls); daring yourself to operate outwith your comfort zone; there is no wrong path; etc., etc. Lots of stuff resonated for me. And it is brutally honest; a literary warts-and-all self-portrait if ever there was one.  My fellow discussers were less taken. It would be a dull world where we all liked the same things. Here's a link to me yakkin' with Lloyd & Harriet.

Harriet's recommendation led me to this...

...which I loved.

Then I read this bonkers affair...

...or maybe I'm still reading it. Or I'm still living it. Maybe Italo Calvino authored me saying that. Or something. Anyway it was (is) weirdly wonderful. I loved the very end.

Now reading this:

I am chewing over the BBC adaptation of Tinker, Taylor, Soldier, Spy. I love Michael Jayston. He could have played Richard Burton. Or Richard Burton could have played him. Not that Richard Burton is a character in Tinker, Taylor, Solider, Spy. Och you know what I mean.

Anyway.

Last episode of Inside Culture (*COUGH* FEATURING MY TITLES MUSIC *COUGH*)...

...is on i-player here.

As I type I'm up for a New Music Scotland Award. Golly.

I watched Yesterday. Family viewing. I liked it. I was sure it was going to end differently (*spoiler alert* it was all a dream and when he awakes from a coma of course The Beatles exist but he realises that his true love has always been there right under his nose (and maybe she sends his Summer Song to Ed Sheehan who likes it and covers it?) *spoiler ends*). They really should have got me involved as a script editor. Poor them.

A world without The Beatles. Can you imagine? I can't ...