One month as it happened…
WEDNESDAY 1 The book I’m reading, A Gentleman in Moscow, features a man under house arrest in an elite hotel in Bolshevik Russia. He learns how to adapt to and shape his imprisonment, ultimately creating for himself an enriched and full life. The audiobook I fall to sleep to at the moment is Bel Canto, in which an opera singer is among a group taken hostage by terrorists at a wealthy businessman’s birthday party. Again, in this forcibly confined environment, a rich quality of life (and love) emerges. The message from both stories seems to be that the human spirit can triumph over tyranny, which is cheesy and corny in one sense, and dangerously delusional in another.
THURSDAY 2 I opted out of the writers’ group at Headway when an offer came up for a visit to the Wellcome Collection, where we saw an exhibition by disabled artist Jason Wilsher-Mills of all the pop-cultural and comic memories that kept him going during a long spell in hospital in 1980 following a viral infection.
📌 Had I attended the Headway writers’ group we would have discussed the story I’d already submitted, which carried the title Treatment.
Martin’s job with Hoxton Films was to read the TV and film treatments sent in by writers and decide whether they should be passed on to someone higher up in the company for deeper consideration. The job went with the title Taster, and it struck Martin, as he neared the middle of the 14th submission of that day, that the world was full of treatments and tasters of one sort or another. Take him and Heidi, for example. They met at that gig, they metaphorically tasted one another and carried on, for a while. Then, to adopt that line from the Adam Ant song, the “chewing gum lost its flavour”. They fell into a rut, took each other for granted, and watched their life together grow stale and grey. They tried to put some octane back into things with walking holidays in Tuscany and rum-drinking tours of the Caribbean, but none of it worked. What did work was Esther Rantzen’s noisy campaign for Assisted Dying. Heidi’s mum Val was almost done for and in chronic pain. Together as one they pledged to dignify the end of her life. And they did. Val finally drifted off to a place called Bliss on February 14, 2026. Martin and Heidi lived happily ever after.
📌 At the Barbican we saw Boy Blue, an award-winning hip-hop dance ensemble whose new show, Cycles, is said to embrace all of life’s circularities (birth/death, arrival/departure, politics, seasons, atomic theory, etc) and show how they all run round and bump into each other. It was an impressive display of stamina and bodily motion, but I’d prefer to have heard a few acoustic instruments inside the relentless bass-driven earth tremor of synthetic sound. Even one lovely piano movement early in the second half sounded like it had been put through a special-effects gizmo beforehand.
The work’s principal pleasures lie in the flickering, almost synaptic connections between sound and movement.
The Guardian
FRIDAY 3 Boris was turned away from his local polling station yesterday because he failed to bring with him the required photo-id, a stipulation of the 2022 Elections Act he brought in as PM.
📌 The Conservatives have taken a pasting in the local elections but no one is yet predicting a move to kick Rishi out and instal a new PM who might save a few votes for desperate Tory MPs facing defeat at the general election. Some have been tipping Penny Mordaunt, but who would want to take over a sinking ship? Mordaunt should give it a second thought. She couldn’t do worse than Rishi between now and the general election, and if allowed to stay on after defeat would at least stop the lunatics from seizing immediate control of the party. Penny could end up being be the very last chance for One Nation Tories.
SATURDAY 4 All the effort I put in last week to imagining Penny Mordaunt dragging the Conservatives back to the middle ground is trashed today by Jonty Bloom’s daily rant on Substack. In it he predicts a general-election defeat followed by a conjoining with Reform to marshall the rise of the lunatic right.
📌 We’ve renamed the BBC political editor Chris Mason the Blue Peter editor because he speaks to the viewing public as if they were children.
SUNDAY 5 In the Observer Keir Starmer just about resists the opportunity to gloat about the magnitude of success scored in the local elections. It was a political tidal wave, yes, but his insistence that the nation is eager to join him in his grand renewal project is just one step away from delusion.
MONDAY 6 Love Lies Bleeding is a daring/daft cinematic blend. Half of it is a comic-book scrutiny of female bodybuilding and hot lesbian sex. The other half is a fascinating family psychodrama built on secrets, lies and gory murder, the centrepiece of which is a huge desert ravine that acts as a human garchey, a deadly orifice full of skeletons and rotting corpses. The two hemispheres of the film struggle to communicate properly with one another, and a topcoat of comic-book moments of gross violence and CGI excess leaves an aftertaste of misplaced surreality. There are lots of bodies rolled up in rugs – so many that as soon as you spot a rug in a room you start a mental countdown as to when the body will be rolled up in it.
TUESDAY 7 After a lengthy period not practicising on my Casio keyboard I have now settled on a routine of working through Major, Minor, Diminished and Augmented chord progression to find the ones I like most. So many of the piano pieces I listen to are a progression of four chords with melody and flourishes on top. Einaudi’s Nuvole Bianche is where I’d like to be in 5 years’ time. Or at least a simple version of it I can play when called upon in social circumstances.
📌 At a meeting with the Imagine Fund panel to decide which projects get grants, I was pleased to see that my top 10 preferences for Seed funding were the same as scored by the entire group.
WEDNESDAY 8 The mood music sounds to me like America is settling into on a long-game approach to the Israel/Palestine war, slowly layering up the diplomatic pressure on Netanyahu to sign up to a ceasefire but not making any big daring threats. Netanyahu’s urge is to keep killing Palestinians to show how “strong” he is at home, but the US knows that his political power is ebbing fast. His end is in sight. “Pausing” the shipment of weapons to Israel is the latest slow turn of the screw. It won’t satisfy America’s protesting students but it will make Netanyahu sweat a little bit more and it will remind whoever comes after him that Israel is still a client state of the US.
📌 Ashamed to say I’m gripped by a soapy BBC Radio drama called Diamonds, a potboiler about the dirty dealings in South African diamonds entwined with the Upstairs Downstairs antics of an upper-crust English family over a period of 120 years.
📌 Keir Starmer is being touted as a “Weetabix” politician, which sounds a bit like Tory leader Iain Duncan Smith proclaiming himself in 2003 as the “Quiet Man” who was about to turn up the volume (he didn’t). Starmer should watch out for the Weetabix-gone-soggy similies.
📌 The Fall Guy, starring Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt in a stunt-driven action-comedy romp, must be one of the most stupidly entertaining films of the year. There may be a hint here that by once again embracing his inner wry humour Ryan Gosling (Ken in Barbie) is heading down the George Clooney road. Watch out for his appearance in a Cohen Brothers film.
THURSDAY 9 There’s a growing backlash against Natalie Elphicke MP after she seemingly swanned with ease out of the Conservative and into the Labour Party. Elphicke is, says Jonty Bloom, “the kind of Tory most Labour diehards use pictures of for darts practise.”
📌 Gill spotted a pair of sandals she thought would be a perfect match for my Screwfix Christmas jumper.
📌 In the Headway writing group we discussed a number of the commonly used words and sayings said to have been invented by William Shakespeare. The story I submitted this week was another sketch featuring Heidi and Martin – the fictional Hackney couple I have imagined to try out the Him & Her genre – was written to the prompt Shakespeare Was…
Whenever a Wednesday evening opened up, Heidi and Martin liked to visit the Cicero, Hoxton Street’s very own philosophy café, in a pub. Among the perennial topics such as Machiavelli, Il n’est-pas Morte (French) or Machiavelli Is Still Alive (English) were open-mic enticements for the drop-in public. And this is how Heidi came to be finishing the sentence Shakespeare Was… in front of around 25 slumming trustafarians. She went for what she believed was the Aristotlean method, which was a list. “Shakespeare was… not a looker,” she began, using his lank hair and beaky nose as testimony. “Shakespeare was… obsessed with genitals,” she continued, citing the 14 references throughout his literary catalogue to the “bull’s pizzle”. Then, just as she was about to start on Shakespeare’s misogyny, a voice came from the back of the room: “Point of Order!” Heidi paused. The Voice went on: “What exactly is PHILOSOPHICAL about all this feminist stuff?” Heidi steeled herself for a counter-attack, then realised with horror that The Voice was Martin doing his Pub Landlord impersonation.
📌 I can never decide whether I prefer the second word of the building on Kingsland Road to be a verb or a noun.
FRIDAY 10 There’s a kidney stone making its way through my body and will exit at some point, hopefully today. The stone’s existence is linked to a night-time sweat recently. Dehydration is the parent of kidney stones for me and my failure to deal with my dehydration promptly. Therefore today is a day of gently sipping water and shovelling painkillers into my mouth. The pain kept me awake all night so I will also be catching up on my sleep. Plans to visit Tate Modern have been shelved.
SATURDAY 11 It was a joy to turn down the volume on the Israel-Hamas war and its anticipated impact on this year’s Eurovision Song Contest to listen quietly to a 45-minute play on the radio from 2011 called Like An Angel Passing Through My Room, about how a fan’s obsession with Abba’s Anni-Frid Lyngstad turned into “a meditation on the communication between two people and coping with the blows life deals”. I never knew she was actually born in Norway, not Sweden, and is a Princess with the title Serene Highness.
📌 I’m really enjoying mixing the stitch sizes and weights of thread (on silk brocade) in the latest fantasy figure from Sam’s Queen of Wonky workshops at differently various last year.
SUNDAY 12 I’ve started reading The Great Women Artists on Substack. The latest posting has paintings by the artists Nathanaëlle Herbelin depicting intimacy. The paintings’ subjects all appear in intimate poses but there’s another intimacy at work, in the huddling of Herbelin’s brush strokes and the infusion of colour (lots) and tone.
📌 And finally… the kidney stone exited. My wife insists we keep it, for scientific study, etc.
📌 We’ve started watching the TV version of A Gentleman In Moscow, starring Ewan McGregor as Count Rostov, and it’s as multi-layered as the book, maybe more so.
MONDAY 13 The term “Woke” means different things to different people. Hardline opinionated people sometimes use it as an insult to those with a softer, more tolerant approach to life. The actor Kathy Burke did a trick on social media not long ago by using the aggression of the anti-woke zealot to defend woke. “I love being woke,” she declared. “It’s much nicer than being an ignorant fucking twat.” Since then the pro-woke movement has gained momentum and the term now seems to have an identity that I think most people can live with.
📌 My wife believes she has spotted a trend towards parsimony in TV quiz-show budgeting. In the past, she says, the contestants eliminated in the first round of a quiz show such as The Finish Line would at least take home a small amount of cash. Not any more. They leave with nothing. And even the contestants who make it to the final of shows such as Tipping Point are presented at the last hurdle with the possibility of losing all the money they’ve won throughout the contest.
📌 I sensed in the tone of his last feature film Killers of the Flower Moon that Martin Scorsese had embarked on some kind of wrapping up. And the documentary Made in England: The Films of Powell & Pressburger, which he narrates, is such a warm celebration of the work of P&P that you almost imagine Scorsese is setting out the template for his own memorial.
TUESDAY 14 In the middle of the night we managed to navigate the online obstacle course and secure a morning telephone consultation with the doctor about my latest mole. I’d already sent a photograph but doctor Tommy said a proper check with a molescope is best. This happened at the surgery an hour later and the mole was deemed to be an innocent “SebK”, which I learned stands for “seborrhoeic keratosis”.
📌 At tonight’s scoring session for the 2024 Imagine Fund applications, some of the younger panelists noticed that one of the applicants had “obviously”used AI to fill in the form. Then one of the older panelists stated that for people with learning difficulties or language problems, using AI is no big crime. I never even noticed the apparent use of AI.
WEDNESDAY 15 At a Zoom meeting to discuss the closing event (party) for the Barbican-Headway community collaboration later this month Jess looked a bit mizz, like her mind was elsewhere. At the end of the meeting she announced her departure from the Barbican after 7 years. From next month she will be pioneering co-production at the Red Cross.
📌 Rishi’s told the courts to stop convicting criminals because we’ve run out of prisons to put them in.
THURSDAY 16 I quickly cut and rewrote the scenario I had ready for today’s writers’ group. I was trying to put some jealousy into Martin and Heidi’s relationship, but failed because I wrote too literally to the prompt/title, which was Far Too Young.
Martin liked to think he was mentally prepared. Heidi’s old school friend Martin (“Other Martin”) had arrived for drinks and was already talking about himself. He’d brought a bottle of budget red; he had in his hand a glass of Chianti Classico. Heidi was flitting from kitchen to lounge, and flirting, as usual. Other Martin was talking like a text book about “Leapfrogging”, his theory that claimed to explain why young people today are just far too young: “As we age, we find comfort in the notion that it takes generations for a way of life to fade. We are familiar with the songs of our grandparents even though we never danced to them ourselves. The recipes we keep are decades old, and in some cases handwritten by a relative long since dead. All of these things lend material credibility to a belief that the passing of an era will be glacial. But sometimes this process can occur in the blink of an eye and external events can cause a society to leapfrog generations, sweeping aside aspects of the past that might otherwise have continued for decades.” Gaming was the thing that triggered the Last Great Leapfrog, said Other Martin, spawning a generation so absorbed in digital technology that it never bothered to learn how to count or cook or read a map. Heidi and Martin didn’t quite know what to say, but they both knew that they’d quite like Other Martin to go home soon.
📌 I am enjoying my experiments in putting very rough paintings through lots of AI and art apps to see what comes out.
📌 La Chimera is a film about a crazy gang of Italian grave robbers who plunder Italy’s many hidden tombs and trade their contents to fund their dissolute fun-loving lifestyle. There are some hilarious moments (my favourite being one about the impressions one leaves when urinating on sand being a sign of marriage-worthiness), but it’s really a meditative love story and a story of lost love rolled into one.
FRIDAY 17 At a Zoom meeting last night we finalised all the winning applicants for this year’s Imagine Fund awards. The Seed grants were £500 and the Project grants £2,000. I argued to the very end for a local women’s film club to be awarded a Project grant. Part of their application was written in a way that implied to some panel members that they would be charging a £40 entrance fee per film. Then it emerged that the contentious £40 was in fact for an entire year’s supply of popcorn.
📌 At the Art Workers’ Guild private view for London Craft Week we had a nice conversation with stitch artist Richard McVetis and boggled at the machine-stitch portraits by Monica Boxley.
SATURDAY 18 My wife’s sister Sue supports Oxford United and sat in row 3 at Wembley stadium to see her team beat bookies favourite Bolton Wanderers in the League 1 play-offs. Oxford were easily the better team, scoring two first-half goals and defending brilliantly in the second half. They continually made dangerous counter-attacks, which neutered Bolton’s confidence to go for a win with any heart. The best team won. Wembley rocked.
SUNDAY 19 I made a fellow blogger laugh and got a thank-you in return. To the daily prompt, “Have you ever broken a bone?” I replied briefly, “Not one of my own”.
📌 Liverpool beat Wolves 2-0 at home on the last day of the season. But the day was all about much-loved manager Jürgen Klopp, who now leaves the club after nine years. The reception from the fans was wild. Centre-back Virgil van Dijk broke into tears. My cousin Kate remarked on WhatsApp that the whole ceremony (which included a pitch appearance by all the club’s staff) resembled a works leaving party where “everyone stands around desperate for a drink”.
MONDAY 20 The New Statesman has a chilling interview with former Kremlin adviser Sergey Karaganov who offers a geopolitical analysis of the war in Ukraine from a Russian intellectual point of view and sketches out a new world order that includes the death of western civilisation and democracy as we know it.
📌 The latest fantasy figure from Sam’s Queen of Wonky workshop at last year’s differently various exhibition is finished. That marks the end of this collection. Now I will work on stitchworks of other Sam drawings.
TUESDAY 21 A red key appeared on the washing-machine function panel and stayed there long after the washing cycle had finished. The machine’s door would not open. I was forced to send an SOS message to my wife, who was out all day. Feeling slightly humiliated by this, before my wife could reply I improvised a solution. I ran the whole wash cycle again and the red key did not linger at the end. Bingo! Success! Then a message from my wife arrived saying turn it off and turn it on again.
📌 I’m stitching one of Adie’s poems on to heavy canvas. It’s tough work but helped by an occasional glance at the reverse side to see a jumble of incomprehensible hieroglyphics taking shape. I dread to think what a psychoanalyst would make of it.
WEDNESDAY 22 The Commentariat are all laughing at Rishi for trying to claim a paltry reduction in inflation as a massive victory and a great reason to let him carry on as PM. The Comment Is Freed newsletter uses the moment to point out how bad Rishi is at politics.
He has never given a memorable speech. His interviews are typically a mish-mash of unjustified boasting and defensiveness. His approach to party management is so bad that Natalie Elphicke is somehow now a Labour MP.
📌 Carol-Ann arranged with Jess for us to hold this month’s St Luke’s User Group meeting at the Barbican. Jess also threw in some free tickets to see the Unravel exhibition. We added a visit to the 2Tone exhibition in Barbican Library for good measure.
📌 As Rishi stood at his wooden lectern in the rain delivering his “surprise” announcement of a general election on 4 July, protestors played Things Can Only Get Better, the 1997 Labour anthem so loudly he could barely be heard. My insider said that civil servants were told this morning to get ready for the dreaded “Purdah”. As I watched him read his script I wondered whether all prime ministers at some point get to a place where they accept that being PM is just another dead-end job. Rishi looked relieved to have been able to say, “I quit.”
THURSDAY 23 Brad brought his teenage daughter into Headway and she said my latest stitchwork, of Adie’s poem Otherwise Engaged was “sick”.
📌 Rishi screwed up today by asking a group of Welsh brewery workers if they were “looking forward to the football”, obviously unaware that unlike England and Scotland, Wales did not qualify for this year’s Euros.
FRIDAY 24 There’s a whiff of sympathy floating in the air. The sight of Little Rishi standing in the rain announcing the loss of his own job obviously touched people in different ways. Even hardened critics are taking pity. John Crace in the Guardian wonders what it is that makes a man who is obviously successful crave failure.
Why has the man who could have anything made it his life’s ambition to do something at which he is so obviously unsuited? One where his shortcomings are so ruthlessly and publicly exposed?
📌 Jeremy Corbyn has said he will stand as an independent on July 4. He is likely to be expelled from the Labour Party for doing it. I can’t help but hope he wins his Islington North seat. He has by all accounts been a model local MP for 40 years. If Labour wins on July 4 Corbyn will be a constant reference point to the compromises the present Labour Party has made to get into power. This could be as constructive for the new ruling party as it could be destructive. It’s kind of up to Corbyn himself to establish that emphasis, but election to Parliament as an independent is probably his last chance to shape British politics for future generations.
📌 In a rush to pass laws through Parliament before he’s booted out of office, Rishi has been forced to ditch some of his favourite plans, including a ban on smoking that was roundly agreed to be both ridiculous and unworkable, and his great pledge to send asylum seekers to Rwanda. On this the Daily Sensemaker from Tortoise opted to illustrate its faults by using numbers as a weapon.
£290 million – paid already to the Rwandan government.
£541 million – the scheme’s full five-year cost if 300 people were deported.
4 – UK home secretaries since the scheme was announced in April 2022.
5,700 – asylum seekers identified by the Home Office as eligible for removal to Rwanda.
0 – asylum seekers forcibly deported.
📌 Other numbers I’m grappling with are the specs for embroidery needles quoted in a helpful chart from John James needles. Amberley at textileArtist.org recommended Chenille and Crewel needles for my purposes, but what size? And so begins another phase of trial and error…
SATURDAY 25 Last night we took a step into an alien world. One of the art websites I subscribe to sent an invitation to a private view at the Bond Street auction house Sotheby’s, where great masses of young lower-league socialites swan around like they’re auditioning for a part in a new reality TV show, pretending to be interested in modern art but actually more interested in standing in front of it waving a glass of champagne and attempting a manner of excited superiority. In between these Gucci mannequins was some art for sale, at suggested prices my wife paid a lot of attention to, often with her jaw on the floor. I just tried to squeeze through somehow (put that on my gravestone) and find some art I liked, which was quite easy given the presence of such talent as Lucian Freud, Frank Auerbach, Ravilious and Francis Bacon. There were also some nice Grayson Perrys and a collection of Peter Blake retro board-game combines inspired by the work of Robert Rauschenberg. And if you really felt like splashing out, there were luxury watches/jewellery for sale and the chance to bid for a pair of Paul McCartney’s old black suede chelsea boots.
📌 Perfect Show For Rachel is an unsettling play, to begin with. Rachel, a learning-disabled young woman, sits at a console fitted with 39 big plastic fair-ground push-buttons. Whichever button she presses initiates an improvised sketch from an assembled cast of actors, which includes her sister and her mother. In the beginning it looks like Rachel is being used in something resembling, my wife said, a children’s TV show. Or is she? For me there was something powerful about the marriage of disability with improv theatre. Aspects of fun, play and living in the moment unfold continuously, and Rachel genuinely appears to be a part of it. All the sketches were crafted around Rachel’s life and choices, so I ended up believing Perfect Show For Rachel was both a ground-breaking way to bring people with complex needs into the creative workplace and a piece of riotous popular entertainment.
SUNDAY 26 All the pundits are surprised by Little Rishi’s surprise timing of the general election. Some of his parliamentary colleagues are annoyed that he’s ruined their Summer holidays. No one seems to find credible the idea that Rishi’s just about had enough of trying to be a prime minister.
MONDAY 27 At a birthday lunch yesterday for our friend Danielle I was keen to know whether she will be voting for Jeremy Corbyn in the July 4 general election. Corbyn is her standing MP and lives in the next street to Danielle. But she is still undecided, as most likely are a lot of Cornbyn’s Islington North constituents. Then today I learned that Corbyn has effectively set up a super leftwing organisation called The Collective, which hopes eventually to become a political party. I’m pleased about this because all my life spicy radical politics have run alongside centrist vanilla politics.
📌 Richard Linklater’s new film Hit Man is two hours of pure entertainment. Gary is a nerdy lonesome psychology professor. By day he unwraps the mysteries of id, ego and superego to his students. As a side hustle Gary is Ron, a fake hit man employed by the police to squeeze incriminating confessions out of his clients. When Ron falls for Madison, who wants him to kill her nasty husband, an Argentinian Tango of a comedy-thriller unfolds around the issues of truth versus perception, honesty and lies, manipulation and deception.
TUESDAY 28 According to Curious Kids from the Conversation, one of the questions children most often like to ask experts is…
Would it be possible to get the DNA of dinosaurs and then recreate them?
The answer, briefly, is no, because despite the wealth of dinosaur bones available to scientists from excavations, DNA disintegrates after about six million years, and dinosaurs died out about 65 million years ago. Sorry kids, Jurassic Park really was just a story.
📌 Tony Blair’s successful mantra for victory in the 1997 general election was “Education, Education, Education”. Keir Starmer’s version for the 2024 election is “Security, Security, Security” states the Daily Sensemaker from Tortoise. The word security has obvious associations with defence, yes, but…
As an umbrella term it encapsulates neatly the range of issues on which Starmer wants to fight the election, from the economy and energy to the border and crime.
WEDNESDAY 29 Can’t help thinking Keir Starmer has made a mistake in banning Diane Abbott from standing as a Labour MP at the July 4 general election. Like Jeremy Corbyn she is a trusted local MP with a massive majority (33,000). Starmer’s determination to look tough with Labour members he disagrees with while inviting disaffected Conservatives onto the Labour benches is a worrying sign that Labour is becoming a narrow and bitter institution, almost a quasi-dictatorship. It will be interesting to see how Starmer reacts to the planned strike by junior doctors in the week running up to the general election.
📌 One hour later: Keir Starmer now says he hasn’t banned Diane Abbott from standing.
📌 At the Barbican Conservatory I helped deliver an afternoon presentation on the manifesto we made with Barbican Communities based on the evaluation of Headway’s community collaborator experience. Then in the evening we had a party to close the partnership.
THURSDAY 30 There’s still confusion as to whether Diane Abbott has or has not been barred from standing for Labour in the Hackney North & Stoke Newington constituency on July 4. The fiasco looks very bad for Labour.
📌 Popped into our local small gallery, the Ed Cross Gallery, for a last chance to see the intriguing paintings by Pippa El-Kadhi Brown, which place creepy blobby alienesque forms in weirdly shaped and brightly lit multicoloured domestic settings. The overall effect is to draw you into the picture, where the blobby alien sits waiting for your arrival.
FRIDAY 31 The day started with disruption. After eating some spicy nibbles while out with friends yesterday my wife later did something with her contact lenses and woke up this morning requesting an urgent visit to the nearby Moorfields eye hospital. Some kind of eyeball abrasion was diagnosed and antibiotic drops dispensed. Waiting for antibiotics to take on their cumulative effect is a drawn-out process involving more pain and self-pity. I saw it as a test of character to steer my way through this, dropping the drops onto the sick eyeball every two hours and making toast. But I suspect this is just the end of the beginning and more tests are in the pipeline.
📌 Michelle is setting up differently various at Westminster City Hall. My five stroke paintings have ended up in a glorious yellow corner.
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