Week 256: Caesar salad days

I like John Constable’s “I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, – light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.” It’s a lovely sentiment, but sometimes things make me doubt – like the BMW iX (Larry David’s character has one in the new season of Curb Your Enthusiasm), and those hairless cats.

To Liverpool and back. I wasn’t on the LIV–NRW train that derailed – not quite “narrowly avoided”, but “broadly avoided” isn’t right either.

James Acaster (a). It’s profligate and selfish to go to see more than one date of a sold-out tour, but. There were things I didn’t remember from last time, and other things I’d forgotten.

The Go! Team (h), a more superlative live proposition than I’d expected.

Janine Harouni (h). She said “C-section” several times, and I wondered if that would annoy Caesar if he were around – is it Caesar erasure? At least he’s still got the salad – “C-salad” is too ambiguous (Cobb, chicken).

• 2024 is the centenary of Caesar salad. What are we all planning to celebrate?

  Is it arrogant to name a salad after oneself, or is it worse to take credit for a salad someone else invented? The restaurateur who the Caesar salad’s named after is broadly credited with inventing it too, but I don’t know if the name was his idea.

Apart from that, ugh. My problem with eating globe artichokes is it involves too much admin, so imagine what actual admin is like.