As more people shop online the retail sector in the UK is having to adapt. I wonder if this trend is reflected in the shops around Barons Court station? Continue reading Retail Travail
“History is more or less bunk. It’s tradition. We don’t want tradition. We want to live in the present, and the only history that is worth a tinker’s damn is the history that we make today.” That’s what Henry Ford thought in 1916. Today Dr Michael Axworthy (above) disagrees. Continue reading A History Lesson
This year the Irish Film Board had more Oscar nominations, seven, than Paramount or Universal Studios. Continue reading An Irish Oscar (not Wilde)
This is by Hilda van Stockum, a Dutch writer of childrens books and an artist. She spent part of her life in Ireland where she met Evie Hone and painted this portrait, probably at Marley, in Rathfarnham, where Evie had a house and studio. Continue reading My Four Green Fields
Blog is a tiny planet in the media galaxy. I’m not sure that it has enough oxygen to support human life. The graph above is more than ten years old and shows posts per day. At the bottom of this post you can see the numbers using the Internet per minute and even this is a few years old but there are not enough visitors to planet Blog for it to be on the dashboard. Continue reading Who Wants Yesterday’s Blog?
As English National Opera struggles to fill their £5 million annual deficit a new opera house is born. This is St. John’s church in Fulham, West London. Continue reading Fulham Opera
My cousin, Caroline, made a comment the other day about rowing on the lake at Barmeath. It is always called a lake although I have a suspicion it is really a big pond. Whatever it is, it was created as an ornamental feature with islands and a rustic bridge in the 18th century. Continue reading Out of Africa
I’m not going to apologise for banging on about the In/Out referendum in the UK in June. It is much more important for the UK than any General Election and of great significance for the future of the EU itself. Continue reading Between a Rock and a Hard Place