A bumper email has hit the shelves…

Luddite shouldn't be used as a insult anymore. They were right about more than most of us are willing to admit.

One of the greatest lecture in the world.

Christmas Redwings.

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‘Let’s dance like we’re drunk Let’s dance like we’re sober Let’s dance like Phil Oakey and Giorgio Moroder Let’s dance like we’re falling apart at the seams Let’s dance like we’re together in electric dreams’ 💃🕺 📕available from @JEBooksHull @Therabbits21 @Seasidearts118

‘Let’s dance like someone’s tampered with our brakes Let’s dance to the rhythm of all our mistakes Let’s dance in The Fells Let’s dance in The Lakes Let’s dance in the factory where they make Eccles cakes’ 💃🕺 🎁 @JEBooksHull @Therabbits21 @Seasidearts118 @HoldernessNews

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Beach Finds #Withernsea

Found on the Southbank this morning - plain silver metal ring, inscribed with ‘happy 40th Mum’ - feels like someone may be looking for this (or for their 41st mum), please share #lost #ring #southbank

I know I’m a sleeve short of a sweater that’s why I’m drawn to sea glass, the stranger the better I especially like this one because it’s got a number and a letter I don’t have a bad life, sooner this than a jet-setter. @HoldernessNews

I’m intrigued and haunted by this poem by Jane Hirshfield from the Times Literary Supplement.

"And Reyes Cleary has just scored the GOAL OF THE SEASON!" 🗣️ Just look at those away end limbs 😍

Early stroll. The moon’s bright halo. I peel an orange as I walk. The Public Footpath sign points to the horizon. I thought that rolled-up carpet was someone leaning against a wall. A splash of dropped pop in the shape of a running dog.

Early stroll. Leaves piled on leaves piled on leaves. I am enjoying my morning apple. The card I am carrying to post looks like a two-dimensional cubist snowball. A child’s shoe on a low wall. The temporary traffic lights are a festival of temporary light.

I arrive at the shop as the shopkeeper is opening the doors. I carry the papers in. The alarm goes off. A man comes in and says ‘What time do you open?’ I say ‘Six’ and the man whistles in delight, his whistle somehow in harmony with the alarm.

The Ghost of Suppressed Protests Past.

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Evening stroll image: one-lensed sunglasses in a tree.

I was washing up and my Mum said “Jesus is in that tree up there” I give you Treesus.