Occasion for celebration: Jonathan Ross announces his departure from the BBC.

Now, if only Jeremy Clarkson would follow his example ...

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Morse Solids continues. Today's poem suddenly takes shape mid-afternoon. Whereas yesterday nothing seemed to gel. I'm beginning to learn when to persist and when to let alone.

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Stocking up for Saturday - heavy snow is forecast.

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Resume the Jarrett. This morning, track 5 of the Paris Concert. The series as a whole seems to move between discordant fragmented sequences with sudden 'clarifications' (today, what seems to be buried 'allusions' to a jazz favourite - 'Blame It On My Youth'? This is where my musical ear raises a white flag). In addition, listening in the car means that I miss certain passages, press replay, then find I've lost them again due to the traffic, upcoming roundabout, patch of ice. However, it's a routine and a discipline.

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Pork and lentils.