A Grauniad below-the-line commenter the other day wanted to know if a fellow commenter, given to making abusive remarks in upper case, is SHOUTING ON PURPOSE. I only ask because a bloke I know reckons there’s a button you can … Read More »
I stop outside a jeweller’s to change lenses. Out pops a dapper dude well into his fifties. He sports stylishly coiffeured grey locks, pressed white shirt open at the neck. His silk tie – greys on white diagonals drawing shirt … Read More »
Thanks to Vaska for the Shakespeare insult link. Thanks to Caroline for the Mailer-Vidal story. At a Manhattan soiree attended by writers with egos the sizes of small planets, one Norman Mailer, displeased with a stinking review by Gore Vidal, … Read More »
… the Yorkshire Knitters have struck again. This hiker has to be out of his woolly mind to go up on Ilkley Moor without a hat. Is he not aware of the consequential chain such folly will trigger? Decades ago, David Hockney cited a … Read More »
‘Kid, next time I say “let’s go some place like Bolivia”, let’s go some place like Bolivia ..’
Nice one Lee – whoever you are!
A mite harsh on the beautiful game, perhaps, but it made me smile.
We all know Stalin’s USSR was unrelievedly grim and sexually repressed, right? So what would you expect when Sergey Merkurov, People’s Artist of the USSR and creator of the three biggest statues ever of Uncle Joe, was asked in 1931 … Read More »