Onyx and Vanstone


Were this post to be about Lord Carrington it would be jolly long and, I like to think, of absorbing interest. In fact I’m going to read his memoir, Reflect on Things Past, published in 1988 by Collins. Soldier, politician, statesman does not do him justice. He is a patron of the arts – I have seen him at Garsington opera – and he is going to introduce the subject of today’s arty post. Continue reading Onyx and Vanstone

David Cameron is My Dentist


Do you have a phobia? I’m a bit scared of heights but so are many other people. Robert is terrified of spiders. A bit off-message but I had a dream a few nights ago in which the Prime Minister was X-raying my teeth. He impressed me by calling me Christopher, not Chris, he didn’t put on any dog about being PM and looked pasty (as my grandmother used to call me) – that’s dreams for you. Continue reading David Cameron is My Dentist

St Patrick in Soho

Gin Lane by William Hogarth

In London in the 18th century there was a concerted effort by rich Catholics and the Catholic Church to alleviate the poverty and misery of their less fortunate countrymen. The Benevolent Society of St Patrick (1783) and the older Irish Charitable Society (1704) are manifestations of this, (There’s a Welcome on the Mat), another is St Patrick’s Church in Soho Square. Continue reading St Patrick in Soho