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1 week ago |
jonn.substack.com | Jonn Elledge
Forgive the impertinence, but: I’m on holiday1, having boarded a plane to the Med at some truly horrific hour Wednesday morning. That means this week’s edition will be slightly shorter than normal, and also there is a very real chance that by the time you are reading it I will have fallen asleep on a sun lounger somewhere with a book on my face and first degree burns everywhere else.
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2 weeks ago |
jonn.substack.com | Jonn Elledge
Saturday 17 June, 2023. For some reason, I recall the exact time I woke up: 8.08am. Agnes hadn’t been online since 1. That was good, I thought: meant she’d slept. I went to the bathroom, where sitting on the loo I read a blog about old TV. The man who wrote it remains a social media mutual, and he will never know what flashes through my mind whenever I see his name. And then I went into the other room. And I realised. *****It’ll be two years since her death this Monday night.
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2 weeks ago |
jonn.substack.com | Jonn Elledge
A few months ago, in a “but seriously commissioners, please call me” kind of way, I joked that if anyone out there wanted me to give me a pile of money to make a lucrative 47-part podcast based on my recent book, I was available. That offer remains open: we can even call it “The Rest is Borders” if you want, Gary. I digress. The reason I’m talking about it is because of this response:“This will probably depress you, rightfully so, but AI will do that for you.
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3 weeks ago |
jonn.substack.com | Jonn Elledge
This went to paying subs back in . Wishing you were one of them? Wish no longer:A few weeks ago, I spent a weekend in Salisbury, whose cathedral, as all suspicious visitors know, is . It’s a lovely little town, and we had a delightful weekend, marred only slightly by the moment on Sunday morning when I decided to check train times out of the place and read the four worst words in the English language: “Rail replacement bus service”. Oh well.
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3 weeks ago |
jonn.substack.com | Jonn Elledge
For perhaps a decade it’d be easy. The period in which I lived with someone who breathed Radio 4 in the way most of us breathe air blended seamlessly into the period when all you needed to know what was happening in the world was to be on the internet. I didn’t need to go looking for the news. I’d just kind of know it. Among the many side effects of the death of Twitter and its mutation into X is that this is no longer true.
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