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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, 23 July 2017
Old farts and why they are best avoided (at any age)
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NB I’ve noticed when later reading through a blog entry I have posted that there are literals and that sometimes a thread of thought goes aw...
Friday, 21 July 2017
There can be no going back now (or at least not without looking extremely bloody stupid)
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Just under a month ago, I began digging myself a hole – and did so in the full knowledge of what I was doing - by publicly declaring in this...
Saturday, 8 July 2017
There’s we Brits, all dull, common or garden Anglo-Saxon empiricism, and there’s the exciting adventurous French, all chic away-with-the-fairies rationalism (‘I think, therefore I shall tell you all about it a great incomprehensible length, my intellectual life, my unusual sex life, the bearing it has on my intellectual life . . .’) and when a certain kind meets another certain kind, the outcome is rarely fruitful or happy
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Years ago - 28 if you’re asking - I went with the film critic (and education correspondent) of the South Wales Echo, a film producer friend ...
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...
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