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When I read about or hear talk of Martin Amis, I am always reminded of Hugh Walpole. Who he? you might ask. Exactly. Who he? But that is the...

A year or so ago, I signed up with some website which ‘monitors the traffic to your blog’. The point of the website, I think, is to get you ...

There are blogs by BBC journalists, blogs by whacky wannabe backwoodsmen, highly artificial blogs by companies who just want to sell you fin...

There is a very good, not to say quite fascinating, series running on Radio Four at the moment called A History Of The World In 100 Objects....

At the risk of sounding tactless, if not out and out callous, the old chap who was apparently at death’s door a week or two ago has rallied....

I had intended publishing my next blog entry along the lines of the imminent death of an elderly friend, how sad I was blah, blah, blah and ...

David and Maurice were two Jewish friends who had known grown up together, worked together and known each other all their lives. Now that th...

This will sound daft, but I know spring is one its way, not because January is slowly drawing to a close, but because I can smell the cow sh...

So much for winter hell on Earth. After spending more than a week away from home and seriously concerned that I would miss out on important ...

So far this blog has consisted of longwinded accounts of the cars I have owned and crashed interspersed with whatever irrelevancy has preocc...