Don’t know about you but I can’t get into anything at the moment. The idea of reading a book disconnected from the world’s COVID-19 toils and ailments, of a world that doesn’t exist anymore or only in the past, is just too difficult.

Other than a pretty amazing TimesTalks with Grace Jones, one of the best things I saw on a recent visit to New York was 'Flooded McDonald's' 2008, by Danish art collective SUPERFLEX.

When I read Trainspotting, way back in the 90s, before the film was released and Iggy Pop’s ‘Lust for Life’ would forever (and inescapably) be associated with that opening scene, I had never read a book with so much swearing in it.