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Thursday, 30 November 2017

Susan’s funeral and her husband’s sense of humour and ‘an aesthetic approach to politics’

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A funeral today and my birthday (this entry was started on November 21). There is no particular connection and most certainly no meaningful ...
Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Sorry, but Brexit: pretty much a fuck-up all round. Sad, but true

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Sorry, but I can’t resist it any more. What with the daily, if not hourly, developments in – well, why don’t I for simplicity’s sake merely ...
Wednesday, 8 November 2017

RIP Susan Wharton, one of life’s gentlewoman and the best company ever. As for the RCs and the rest . . .

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In my last post, I reported that one Susan ‘Sue’ Wharton had died, and that I would write about her a little more at length in my next post....
Friday, 3 November 2017

A short trip to Cologne to see my nephew wed his Polish squeeze (and a good opportunity to slag off the Roman Catholics, something, though, only we 'cradle Catholics' are allowed to do)

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Cologne/Köln Here with my son, Wesley, for my nephew’s wedding. Just a brief visit, flew in today, wedding tomorrow, fly out again tomo...
Wednesday, 18 October 2017

I give you Jim Harman, the man who seems to know everything and will tell you about it all at great length. But be quick, he us off to Australia very, very soon

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I mentioned an Italian restaurant called La Pappardella in my last entry, and that’s where I first bumped into Jim Harman. La Pappardella is...
Sunday, 1 October 2017

It’s the little lad of four, sitting on a sofa trying to eat a fried egg with a knife and fork while a dog stood just feet away pissing which did my head in. Kidnapping was the best thing to do

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I don’t know why this occurred to me an hour or so ago while I was leaving work and heading for here, La Pappardella in Earls Court, where I...
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 ‘...