“I have come to think that the two most crucial ingredients in the mysterious mix that makes a good writer may be (1) having read enough throughout a lifetime to have internalized the rhythms of the written word, and (2) refining the ability to mimic those rhythms.”

Best definition I’ve seen, taken from ‘Professor X’ in The New Yorker.

Homo-hating, leftie-baiting, coronary-in-waiting Roger Ailes is the Republican Party’s kingmaker, and the architect of Fox News.  This New York Magazine profile is enlightening, and a little chilling.

Jonathan Shipley advises titty bars on attracting the literati.

Ken Krimstein. Six Word Stories. Nice.

Shoreditch cockmonkey confirms suspicions about brethren in stupendous display of  piss and wind aiming to move a fizzy drink ‘out of the traditional linear system‘. Twat.

No more need be said.

“But he will no doubt feel very satisfied at putting this oik to flight.”

Three cheers for Sandhurst syntax, courtesy of The Sun.

“TV now tells you what to feel.

“It doesn’t tell you what to think anymore. From EastEnders to reality format shows, you’re on the emotional journey of people – and through the editing, it gently suggests to you what is the agreed form of feeling. “Hugs and Kisses”, I call it.”

Documentarian Adam Curtis attacks mass media malaise (even blogging, the scamp) in an interview with The Register.

‘The master of the genre was undoubtedly Lionel Blair, and who will ever forget him, exhausted and on his knees, finishing off An Officer And A Gentleman in under two minutes?’

Remembering the genius of Humphrey Lyttleton, Shakespeare of smut, who died on 25 April 2008. Surely even Lionel must mourn.

‘…Earlier, when Hughes failed to arrive on time, District Judge Andrew Shaw issued an arrest warrant, adding: “I hope the force will soon be with him.”‘

Bin bag Welsh Vader clouts geeks. BBC court reporter looks skyward, and offers thanks.