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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 7 September 2014
In praise of John O’Hara, an apparently forgotten American writer who could write the pants of many past and present
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I think I’ve mentioned the American writer John O’Hara in this blog before, or perhaps I haven’t. But I am about to do so now. I had never...
Saturday 6 September 2014
A first dispatch . . . (with some pictures)
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Las Albadas: Year Three, second day. Pleasant as always. I was a tad indiscrete (or ‘indiscreet’ – subs please check as at this point I ca...
Sunday 31 August 2014
Fuck it up: BMW shows you how. And talking of fuck ups (fucks up?), we still have no idea what is going on in Eastern Ukraine. What we do know is that the EU is getting pretty flabby about it all, now push is coming to shove. But then what do I know?
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The conventional, and probably correct, wisdom is that German car makers are good on the technology, but bloody useless at design. That migh...
Saturday 30 August 2014
Ooh Vicar! Or how I learnt to love smut and realised early in my life that Donald McGill, Max Miller, Julian Clary, Humphrey Lyttelton and the rest are our true British heroes
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A woman walks into a bar and asks for a double entendre. So the barman gave her one. If 1) You don’t understand what’s going on; or 2) Yo...
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Friday 29 August 2014
My lad and his pride and joy
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A few months ago, I recorded that my son had asked for a dog for his birthday, and that I had put my foot down and firmly told him ‘no way’...
Wednesday 27 August 2014
It’s all happening now: Vladimir Putin confesses he’s a Kate Bush fan, some of his soldiers lose their way, Boris and Nigel are still irrelevant, despite what they might like to think, and Rotherham police and social service demonstrate that at the end of the day they don’t give a flying fuck about much, really, least of all 1,400 children who complained of being raped
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Well, where does a lad start? In no particular order: Boris Johnson (aka Korky the Kat) and Nigel Farage both announce they will be standing...
Monday 25 August 2014
I freeze my bollocks off and hope for warmer weather elsewhere in a few weeks, while Francois apparently hasn’t done the decent thing and it might not have been his decision anyway. As for that Vlad Putin: does he really have a plan?
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Given the continuing interest of some folk in the love lives of Francois Hollande and his most recent squeeze actress Julie Gayet, and the c...
Friday 22 August 2014
Snaps, snaps, pictures, and snaps / just for a laugh, just for the craic
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When I was younger and still idealistic, I developed an interest in photography. It began with trying to take pictures with whatever crap ...
Monday 18 August 2014
It’s not ‘what’ any more, but ‘how’
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I am one of those poor saps who is remarkably slow on the uptake. That’s an honest admission. But however slow on the uptake I am, I find it...
Saturday 16 August 2014
Busy, busy, busy? And I bet you thought you had really achieved something this week. So why not sit down and reflect instead? And for the hell of it, a bonus musical track right at the end to help you get rid of all that activity (except, perhaps, the one sort we all know and love)
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Quite some time ago, and I don’t know why, I seemed to come to understand a certain and rather important distinction; it was the essential d...
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