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Book reviews
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Nobody Hurt In Small Earthquake – Michael Green
Towards The End Of The Morning – Michael Frayn
A Crooked Sixpence – Murray Sayle
Monday Mourning – Kathy Reichs
The Group – Mary McCarthy
Fear And Loathing In Fitzrovia – Paul Willetts
The Daughter Of Time – Josephine Tey
The Man Who Wasn’t There: A Life Of Ernest Hemingway – Richard Bradford
The Maltese Falcon — Dashiell Hammett
Hemingway: The Postwar Years And The Posthumous Novels – Rose Marie Burwell
To Have And Have Not - Ernest Hemingway
Hemingway: a biography — Mary Dearborn
The True Gen - Denis Brian
For Whom The Bell Tolls - Ernest Hemingway
Running With Bulls — Valerie Hemingway
The Sea — John Banville
Mrs Hemingway — Naomi Wood
Saturday — Ian McEwan
Berlin Game — Len Deighton
Decline And Fall — Evelyn Waugh
The Colour — Rose Tremain
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Film reviews
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Once Upon A Time In The West
Mulholland Drive
The Gentlemen
A Time To Kill
The Irishman
The Revenant
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Sunday 6 April 2014
The Price Of Shoddy (cont.) with another rather lengthy preamble. And the latest on Hollande: nothing at all. Then a little bit on diaries v blogging (and if it doesn’t make too much sense, blame the several glasses of wine I have supped writing this entry)
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I promised in my last entry to continue it, and I shall try to outline the link between me, my life attendance at the OS, the ‘middle class’...
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Saturday 5 April 2014
The Price Of Shoddy (with a rather long preamble on why I never quite got the ‘middle class’ thing, and even then I don’t actually yet get to the point. More, as they say, follows). And then there’s the mystery of Ukrainian interest in one Francois Hollande’s sex life
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I can’t deny that I have been ‘middle class’ all my life, although I can think of some who wish I weren’t and that I would disappear without...
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Wednesday 26 March 2014
A daughter’s future gets slowly underway, pub food and English salad, that curious M. Hollande and did Bin Laden have a case? Discuss (or simply kill innocents, whichever comes easiest)
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No self-respecting blogger, or even a blogger like me, can resist posting an up-to-date, state-of-the-art, 24/7, no-holds barred, no stone u...
Monday 17 March 2014
A plague on all sides in this pointless, futile, utterly daft latest bout of East and West willy waving
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Naturally I worked today – of course I did, they don’t pay me to sit around doing nothing - but I also found a time to read and contribute ...
Saturday 15 March 2014
Farewell Tony Benn: did you know that you had me leading a mob for about 15 minutes? I didn’t like it one little bit.
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So requiem in pace Anthony Wedgwood Benn, aka Tony Benn, everyone’s all-round good guy, pipe smoker, vegetarian, teetotaller and born-again ...
Friday 14 March 2014
Welcome, Katie, whoever you are. And as I am writing, some advice I wish someone had given me long, long, long before my teeth fell out
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A year or two ago I started parallel blog on Wordpress which was more or less a carbon copy of this. I can’t now remember why, although I’m ...
Saturday 8 March 2014
What’s cooking - Pt XXCVII: Chicken in white wine and caper sauce, followed by apple tarte Tatin
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Cooking a meal today, yippee. I like cooking, but so rarely get the chance to, mainly, I think, because my wife is jealous of her influence ...
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Friday 7 March 2014
Paperclips at dawn? Don’t worry, Vlad lad, this lady will probably just give you a good talking to. As for van Rompuy, all that’s missing is a 99 Flake
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A British prime minister of the 1930s, Stanley Baldwin, was no friend of the press and said they had ‘power without responsibility’ which, h...
Monday 3 March 2014
Why can’t I feel more outrage? Perhaps because neither side is as kitchen-clean as it likes to show itself. But looking at leading folk on both sides, we should be very careful to get involved. (Beware the US moral high ground)
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I feel awful. I have a strong suspicion that I ought to be outraged by the actions of the Russians of marching into Crimea but for some reas...
Thursday 27 February 2014
Boy, do they grow up fast
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My, how they grow. I am writing this sitting in The White Hart in Llangybi, South Wales, having a glass of wine or three and waiting for my ...
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