There is a literary genre of which I am particularly fond; books about books. Two examples I have were both presents to me from Andrew Ritchie. Continue reading Books about Books
I recently wrote about my local art gallery in Charing Cross Hospital. There is also a sports club there with a 25 metre swimming pool that I splash around in a bit. But there is another local-ish swimming option. Continue reading In the Swim
There is one room at Barmeath that I’m pretty sure I have never been into. It is on the upper floor of a turret and was approached by an external, rather rickety, wooden staircase. Continue reading Rapunzel – The Blonde Years
Quentin Tarantino’s latest, The Hateful Eight, will be on at a screen near you. It is a special film in a number of ways. Continue reading The Hateful Eight
London is full of lesser known galleries and Barons Court has one. It is less than five minutes walk from my front door on the Fulham Palace Road, so really Hammersmith. Continue reading My Local Art Gallery
I have known Trim since 1963. Its Norman castle is the best in Ireland. The gardens at Butterstream (above) are not the best in Ireland; saying that would cause uproar at Barmeath. However, they were good enough for the Prince of Wales to visit in 1995. Trim is a small city in Co. Meath. It is a city technically, because it has a cathedral. Continue reading I’m a Believer?
My house has what estate agents call “all the usual offices”; a strange expression as it has everything except an office. This drawing was done by Mike Stiff, of Stiff + Trevillion, in 1984. It’s a late Victorian terraced house with some original features, including a functioning coal hole in the path leading up to the door and some attractive tiling on the path. Continue reading Democratic Principles
If you are unaware that Shakespeare died on 23rd April 1616, that state of innocence will not last long. The Bard will be impossible to escape this year, like a virulent influenza. I propose to inoculate you with a small dose that may protect you against getting the willies. Continue reading How To Be One-Up