It’s funny when you hear the DJ on BBC 6Music saying, ‘I borrowed some records from the John Peel Archive’; and then you realise it’s Tom Ravenscroft. ‘I got some records from my dad’s collection’ doesn’t sound quite so… distinguished.

Listening to the Bikini Kill Peel Session, and it does have Peel’s intros. So good to hear his voice again.

My son is doing university exams in the kitchen.

Such is the world we live in now.

Strange seeing this tweet from the London Cycling Campaign:

Cycling is up all over, apparently. Yet I stopped cycling for fear of putting extra strain on the NHS.

This guy gets it. The start of a 16-tweet thread, and following on from my thoughts the other day.

To judge by all the the likes I got on Facebook for the last post, as well as the positive comments there and on Twitter, it seems that a lot of people share my mild distaste for the “Post your 10 top breakfasts. No explanations, no comments!” type of post.

Tell us about your favourite breakfast. I’ve just had a croissant with Victoria plum jam.

Why is it that all these “challenges” on Facebook say that you should post the things – movie posters, album covers, artworks – “without comment”? I’d like to know what my friends have to say about the thing in question.

App updates that amuse. Booking.com: “Now you can book taxis…”

Thanks, mates. Get back to me when that’s useful again.

Of course (following on from my previous post), I neglected to mention that Little Britain was never very funny.

In my humble opinion, of course.

Matt Lucas was much better in Doctor Who, and David Walliams was beter in… well, Attachments, if anyone remembers that.

It strikes me that Richard of York’s battle wasn’t in vain, when I see all these rainbow paintings with the colours in the right order.

(Personally, though, I learned the order without learning about Richard.)