I have listened to Nina all my life. I saw her live more than once. I even spoke to her cordially while we bought vegetables in Berwick Street Market when she was appearing (or not), at Ronnie Scott’s. It doesn’t matter if an actress puts on make-up or alters her nose, they all do that anyway because it’s all pretend.…

Indeed, sometimes countries have their own histories.

Indeed, the same old parochial narcissism writ large.

Yep, sometimes the hysterical umbrage over perceived nothingness trivialises and occludes very real achievement, presence and issues because anger is easier than the capacity for inventive thought and quick understanding. Parochial American culture wars are not world discourses.

“Protect”? No.

In an associate professor of communications? Perhaps not so much rationale as gnawing resentment; those who can do, those who can’t teach?

Rih-Rih is my imaginary naughty-but-nice Niece, I have always liked her and I have no idea why.

None. Doesn’t happen. They were in steerage. I’m of the opinion that Cocaine happened.

Engaging directly with corrosive subversion legitimates it, furthering a narrative which emphasises constitutional duty perpetuates that obligation for all. There is no other way to play this.

No, she works in light entertainment. Daytime TV. She’s the TV equivalent of all those supermarket magazines. There’s no comparison.

I agree; it’s a robust vulgar gossip and lifestyle show, let’s keep a sense of perspective. Her opinion is just that; personal comment, the antithesis of formal text-book piety, and I enjoy her for that even if I don’t always agree with her. She’s also one of the few media figures who will talk frankly about race.

I enjoy their fierce piety in the face of monumental absurdity; it’s the only way to play it; straight - I’m already excited. She’s right, what is more satisfying than the eternal combination of commerce and art, the products of which are the Met’s raison d’être. There is nothing more satisfying than watching a…

I had no idea what it was about, the book had passed me by, I remain amazed.

Rhinos have middens? Who knew?

I know! She’s needs to check her intersectionality, really! Doesn’t she know life is a text-book?

We can’t be redeemed until we repent our wrong thinking and any revision is not ours to make, it’s all a matter of re-education

We are addicted to umbrage.

How many times do you have to say “the medicine go down”?

“I will never save a dollar because you know what? You die tomorrow” - go well Big Ang.

The texture is grilled flip-flop. That is all.