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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 12 August 2018
My dilemma: how to you patch things up with a stepmother when you really don’t give a fuck whether or not things are patched up? It would only be for her sake.
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Although this blog is the descendant of a diary I once kept for about 15 years, it differs in at least one respect in that I have so far avo...
Thursday 26 July 2018
As luck would have it . . .
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Given that this blog had its origins in a diary I kept for many years in the pre-digital days when the world was still in B&W, it would ...
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Sunday 15 July 2018
Bit by bit by bloody small bit this hopeless guitar player is becoming just a little less hopeless. Onwards and upwards (or whatever cliche you prefer, you know what I mean. Never stop trying, something it has taken me a little longer to learn than others)
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NB Included in this post are some tunes which your browser should be able to play, though sometimes certain browser/OS combinations cannot. ...
Saturday 30 June 2018
Was he or was he not? Who knows? Who cares? Well, not me particularly, but it is interesting. Then there’s the matter on which I shall say nothing, nothing at all...
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In a previous entry , I promised to conclude a - rather long-winded - account about why I think it more likely that my father, who I had so ...
Monday 11 June 2018
So THAT’S what displacement activity is! Well! I must ring all my friends and tell them, though I can’t do it quite yet as I really, really must get on with sorting out that hairbrush. And then there’s the bloody bog roll roller – sticking again. So I might not manage to ring around to later today or maybe tomorrow
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Well, it’s been ten weeks since my new life started and I’m slowly getting used to it, although it hasn’t quite gone to plan. But that is no...
Thursday 31 May 2018
Weddings, spies, dads who might or might not have been spies, lunch with aunts, dancing in the moonlight (although there wasn’t any in fact on the night) - it’s all too, too much. (Part One - The Teaser)
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Back from a very pleasant few days at my sister’s in the far North-West of Germany (as in ‘pretty far North’ but ‘very far West’ - you could...
Sunday 13 May 2018
Simply file under 'Will this do?' If you think that's a tad cryptic, read on to find out what the bloody hell I am on about
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It’s odd: I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while, but each time I started it, the little I had written struck me as so ineffably b...
Monday 23 April 2018
My thanks to one Neil Cooper, a philosopher, for doing what we should all to: encourage each other. Mr - subsequently Professor - Cooper brought about a one-off minor miracle in my life. And if you read on, you will see why I must also apologise to the good man, and do so now again, publicly
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NB I have a little gizmo at the bottom of this page - it shows about the last four entries - which tells me (in some browsers) when the most...
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Wednesday 11 April 2018
I am honourably discharged from Her Majesty’s Press, am handed the traditional tin of Werther’s Originals and can look forward to many years of peace and tranquility (well, someone’s got to and it might very well not be you)
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Well, there’s no way to sugar the pill: I am officially now a pensioner and after serving in Her Majesty’s Press for two months short of 44 ...
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