TPT might mean Trailer Park Trash or even Tara Palmer-Tomkinson as she looks better at the head of this post but today it stands for Turner Prize Time. Continue reading TPT
As London plans to blow about £185 million on a “garden bridge” across the Thames, Paris has found a better option. Continue reading A Bridge Too Far
On Monday evening I walked over to the King’s Road to meet a friend for an early supper before watching Norma in the Curzon cinema, live from the Royal Opera House (RoHo). Continue reading I Ate the Emperor’s New Clothes
By and large I am prepared to disagree with anything Jeremy Corbyn says without listening. JC, in case you have been living in political detox, has been re-crowned as leader of the Labour Party in the UK. However, I sort of agree with him about this – Continue reading What’s an MP’s Job?
I went to a very enjoyable lunch party at the Turf Club last week. My host encouragingly said that it would not be a short one and this proved correct. After some sluicing and slurping in an outer room at lunch I sat between two strangers. Continue reading A Hundred Years Young
In the middle of July I went on a day trip to Cheltenham to watch Gloucester play Essex. As I am not especially fond of cricket (I was a Wet Bob) there was another reason. Continue reading Percy Jeeves
I mentioned that the Courtaulds installed a cold shower at Eltham Palace when they made their home there in the 1930s. It took the rest of us in the UK a long time to catch on. Continue reading Why Showers Leak
Six political parties in the UK are led by women (pedantically five 1/2); none so far as I know in the US. However, there have been women who have carried considerable influence in American politics and none more so than Alice Roosevelt Longworth. Continue reading Tumbril Talk – Part One
As the Palace of Westminster is likely to close for a substantial refurb it is a good moment at look back at its origins and Caroline Shenton has done just that in The Day Parliament Burned Down and Mr Barry’s War. Continue reading The Beaufort Portcullis
To play a round of golf below par is one thing but to feel below par is another and it is the latter that has dried up my creative juices today. With a bit of luck I will feel better tomorrow. I did want to tell you about Tumbril Talk but my heart isn’t in it so it will have to wait until another time, unless it becomes like Conan Doyle’s tale of the Giant Rat of Sumatra alluded to in The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire.