Good morning. It’s that time of the fortnight again and so here I am, regular as the rising sun (a sun that rises every second Saturday) with my picks of the week. Make some toast and indulge me on a theme.
The other night I watched The Great Beauty in the bath, a film about a handful of people who have spent decades in each other’s orbit, for better and worse. And I thought about the ways we are drawn together. A group of musicians is a band (see the Brian Jones story). A group of artists is a collective (see the Tracey Emin story). A group of pigments is a palette (see the colour story). A group of virus writers is a factory (see the Bulgaria story). A group of people can be, sometimes, a friendship (see this next story).
