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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, 23 June 2017
How many self-delusional bullshiters populate Mother Earth? Well, I’m hoping there will soon be one fewer
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Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I am about to dig myself a huge hole, and if I’m not careful I shall fall into it. And if I do, apart from po...
Sunday, 11 June 2017
In which I descend to thoroughly trivial matters, including the farce which British politics has become in a matter of 24 hours
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To be honest, the only reason I am writing this entry is that I was about to revert the ‘Election Special’, photo above for the original ar...
Friday, 9 June 2017
How to look very, very silly in one easy step: call an election and lose your majority when no election was ever necessary. Narcissism helps as does a smug belief in your own infallibility. And the curious case of that nasty ’ol crypto-Communist stinky old Trot Corbyn who isn’t quite as hated by the ‘middle-class’ as some would have you believe
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As I’m sure all reading this entry will know, there are many, many ways of making yourself look very stupid, but of those many ways, some ar...
Wednesday, 7 June 2017
You want an election promise? I’ll give you an election promise: Jam tomorrow!
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Well, it’s election day in Britain tomorrow, and a bloody odd election campaign it has been. We usually have just three weeks of campaigning...
Sunday, 4 June 2017
Conversation is great. Call it communication if you are so inclined, but I just see it as talking to someone else. And if you have lost a parent, cry. And do it now if you have never done it before. As for breaking up with girlfriends (as a guy or a gal) or boyfriends (as a gal or a guy), think carefully
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Nothing much really, except general shite, but after two or three gins - not half as stiff as I used to make and drink them - and sitting ou...
Saturday, 27 May 2017
Last brief post from Israel with a few more pictures…
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Israel – Ben Gurion Airport, Day XVII (or something) I’m on my way back tonight and turned up at the airport a few hours early after being...
Thursday, 25 May 2017
I make it to the Western Wall along with several thousand young Jewish folk celebrating their country’s survival. As for becoming a master at bartering, I’m not even off the starting block, but at least my stepmother gets her crucifix (made of olive wood with just a dash of ‘holy sand’)
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Israel – Day 3: Jerusalem Well, actually that was yesterday, and I am confusing myself. If I arrived at 19.30 on Monday and got to my hote...
Wednesday, 24 May 2017
. . . . and a plate of hummus to end the day. You can't do better than that
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Israel – Day 2: Caesarea Best news of the day is that I got my car after all, which means I don’t quite have to curtail my plans as I thou...
Tuesday, 23 May 2017
My trip to Jerusalem (home of the legendary Jesus Christ ©Harry Harris) and other matters. Buses, for example
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Israel – Day 1: Vital Hotel, Tel Aviv The dateline might surprise you, but it shouldn’t. As part of my welcome drive to expand my mind and...
Friday, 19 May 2017
Getting the lowdown on human frailty - why we are all suckers for wanting to teach the world to sing (and making Coca Cola even wealthier). But who cares: it's art
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I’ve often thought that if I were to have my time all over again, I’d have tried for a job in advertising and marketing, or ‘advertising/mar...
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