[ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end]Thanks to Steve who posted this on FB. (More of John Macpherson’s Close to Home ‘toons here.) A man once played Blowin’ in the Wind as he drove his 5 year old to school. When it ended the boy … Read More »
[ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end]Thursday. I walk near Redmires with Sue. Here’s the conduit curving over the moors to the reservoir. Should’ve changed lens. Cutting ‘elbows’ is naff. A lazy snapper’s a bad snapper. We spoke of films, including Spotlight, due out next … Read More »
I’d been listening on and off all day to tributes from the great and good, but tops for me was a barmaid this evening at the Norfolk Arms in Ringinglowe. “No one had a bad word to say about him”, … Read More »
If I hadn’t spent my Xmas/New Year gap week in Copenhagen I’d probably have filed Danish Girl – man discovers he’s a woman trapped in the wrong body – under Worthy-but-Dull and given it a miss. So I’m now doubly … Read More »
[ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end]I saw this, originating in the New Yorker, on FB just this morning. An Escher admirer for forty years and more, how could I resist? We don’t need this information to appreciate the New Yorker humour but as it … Read More »
Saw Grandma tonight and have to say I was underwhelmed. As vehicle for uncovering the high principles, low cunning and wrinkled foibles of septuagenarian feminist and hippie, academic and poet, lesbian and life-loving misanthrope, a picaresque day in the life … Read More »
Well, was he? Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot Talkin’ that the heat put, plants in the bed but The phone’s tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May, orders from the … Read More »
Sunset Song. The title’s a giveaway. This isn’t a story as we usually expect on our screens; more a lyric poem, Hardy transferred from Wessex to rural Scotland, losing along the way not only those bizarre but convenient coincidences but … Read More »
Few things musical exemplify more perfectly the acid-drenched clarion call to sixties hedonism than the west coast sounds of Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane and Quicksilver Messenger Service. It’s a truth universally acknowledged that the greatest of these was Dead but … Read More »
do nine men interpret – nine men I nod. Thanks to Pete for this gem: a song by Weird Al Yankovic that’s not only a classy parody of Dylan’s Subterranean Homesick Blues but whose every line is a palindrome.