Now that the clocks have gone back the winter film-on-a-sofa season is officially open. I rummaged around and realise that I have far too many DVDs. Continue reading Educating Christopher
People who are desperate to make some sort of conversation with me sometimes ask how I think up something to write about every day. Well, I have a fall-back in Robert Redfern-West, an erudite and hugely amusing reader in California (?) who sends me super-stimulating (intellectually) e mails and posts super-duper comments – latest yesterday. Continue reading What’s Cooking?
Since last November George Lyttelton and Rupert Hart-Davis have been my companions at bedtime but all good things come to an end and I have come to the end of their letters. There are more than six hundred and they span some six years. Continue reading Diaries
Charles Moore in his Spectator column this week recalls listening to Tristan Voorspuy recite The Fox’s Prophecy when he went on safari with him in Kenya. As you will have read, Tristan Voorspuy was murdered on his farm in Kenya and Charles Moore remembers him with affection. Continue reading The Fox’s Prophecy
At the beginning of Three Men in a Boat, published in 1889, the author and narrator (Jerome K Jerome) recounts that he has the symptoms of every disease from ague to zymosis – except housemaid’s knee. Perhaps he also had hypochondria – I know I do. Continue reading The Heart of the Matter
If you don’t have a clue what a herpetologist does, I will give you one; Gussie Fink-Nottle. That’s right, he studies reptiles and amphibians. Today’s subject (not Ken Livingston) was a herpetologist. Continue reading We are the Music-Makers
Is it a bit morbid harping on about graves and war memorials? I hope not. The first World War I memorial in London and perhaps the country was unveiled today, 4th August, a hundred years ago. The date was significant in 1916 because it was exactly two years since the outbreak of war. The memorial is outside St Botolph without Bishopsgate in the City. Continue reading A Memorial Cross
Yesterday morning the Queen’s birthday parade assumed especial significance. The Duke of Edinburgh turned ninety-five the day before and it was Her Majesty’s official 90th birthday. The crowds in the Mall were larger than usual. The parade was broadcast by the BBC and their programme included an interview with Captain Alexander Ritchie, Coldstream Guards, whose regiment was trooping their Colour. Continue reading War Artist and Poet