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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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Friday, 30 October 2015
I say goodbye to an old friend, one with whom I have seen good times and bad. But I do have a new cap. Well!
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Well, there’s a pretty state! It has been several week now since I put digits to keyboard and blathered on here, but it’s not as though my l...
Friday, 16 October 2015
Depression - what it is not
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I thought I would, for a change, give one of my blog posts a succinct and straightforward title, and one which entirely sums up part of what...
Saturday, 3 October 2015
Labour turns left as it elects as leader The Devil Incarnate/A True Socialist (delete as applicable)
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A quick look at the viewing figures for this blog shows that, for example in the past four weeks, less than one in five lives in Old Bligh...
Thursday, 24 September 2015
Has the rot finally set in for the EU? Who knows, but it ain’t looking great, but why is Ukip so quiet these days? And I come clean though details, I trust, are admirably vague
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Here in Britain our ‘swivel-eyed, looney, United Kingdom Independence Party (Ukip) has gone rather quiet of late. Granted no general electio...
Sunday, 6 September 2015
In which I introduce you to an unexpected – quite possibly unsuspected – facet of my character: discretion
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Discretion, as all my friends will tell you if you were to ask them, is my middle name, so several details in this entry will be vague to th...
Thursday, 27 August 2015
You want silliness in this silly season? How about the silliness of denying the fruits of life to several more merely because we would have to put up with just a little less?
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They call it the silly season, the month when ‘nothing happens’ and our newspapers are required to resort to printing all kinds of nonsensic...
Wednesday, 19 August 2015
A week on the German/Dutch border in the back of beyond in Ostfriesland. And I confess to a very, very silly cock-up
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It’s that itch write again and sooner or later one of us is going to succumb. Quite how I can imagine. Either I give in and write, write, wr...
Saturday, 8 August 2015
That itch to write (Part 2): Again about dogs, but also diaries, emotional defecation, the ‘information superhighway’ (what’s that in Chinese?) and why I think dogs should be allowed to roam
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When I started this blog five years and seven months ago it was to be some kind of hybrid between a diary, a commonplace book and what I can...
Friday, 7 August 2015
That itch to write: Today, dogs, two weeks spent in Corfu almost 30 years ago, irate taxi drivers and how it might, I hope, all hang together, including the important revelation that I am not bisexual, despite what I now suspect were the hopes of one young man and one young woman, if possibly not another young woman (but who knows?)
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When is a dog more than a dog? A fair enough question, of course, but don’t expect any grandiosely sentimental bull from me. A dog is always...
Saturday, 1 August 2015
Cruise control? Who needs cruise control? Well, I don’t, but I got it anyway, for several long, boring miles. And arguing the toss with an 80-year-old Irishwoman while lost in France didn’t help much
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I promised more ‘ironies’, but in fact what I am about to retail is not quite ‘an irony’, more a ridiculous situation which had me baffled f...
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