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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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Saturday, 23 September 2017
Killing time with a gratuitous kick at vino-loving francophiles
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Bordeaux airport, Merignac More time to kill, so as I am increasingly doing and lacking anyone to talk at, I have decided to post yet anot...
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Tuesday, 19 September 2017
An afternoon in Langon drinking pastis, smoking a cigar and chasing down a viable wifi connection (as you do)
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I am sitting outside a café in Place J. David (and I have no idea who he is was) in a town called Langon in the Gironde, South-West Frace, d...
Sunday, 17 September 2017
And an entry pretty much in keeping with the title of this blog, in which I fly in a plane, wonder what planet Jean Claude Juncker is on as yet again he bangs on about ‘ever closer political union in the EU’, remember once more why it’s lethal for me to drink at lunchtimes and – well, nothing more really – BUT DON’T GIVE UP
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Illats, France. This is a late addition to this blog entry, but I am putting it here upfront, because the rest of this entry is so stupend...
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Sunday, 10 September 2017
Becker dead already? Good Lord, why didn’t anyone tell me? Oh, that Becker, not the Venezuelan basketball player. Really. Well, I suppose it’s got to happen to us all at some point. How old was he?
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Here’s a surprise: I and my peers, friends and colleagues are all reaching our four score and ten – or getting damn close - and one by one ‘...
Wednesday, 6 September 2017
A sigh of relief as we witness the political suicide Jacob Rees-Moog’s way – same-sex marriage and abortion are wrong. It’s not what the country feels, cos we are a little more (what?)
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Stopped off at my usual Wednesday evening haunt, The Brewers Arms, South Petherton, on my way home after quite literally working my bollocks...
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Wednesday, 23 August 2017
If you are going to waste time, might as well waste it like this: some of those one-offs I like and you might, too
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NB The soundfiles posted here no longer worked as the method I was using was wrecked by Google revamping its sites feature. So I have found ...
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Saturday, 19 August 2017
What’s this hang-up with ‘meaning’? Might it explain by Dylan was so slow to collect his Nobel Prize. I do think it might
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NB There are soundfiles in this entry which your browser might not be able to play. I don’t think Opera does well on that score. In that cas...
Tuesday, 1 August 2017
More snaps from the past, rescued from Guy's House, that old, old renovated 16th-century cottage none of us knows much about.
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I took a week off work last week and set about clearing what we call Guy’s House of all the shite that has accumulated there over since my f...
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...
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