Rough and tumble (0)
22/May/13 •
Although I am recovering now, the events over the last three weeks have given a sobering reminder of how bodies – mine at least – age. Despite regular sessions in the gym, my trunk and limbs were suddenly forced to declare, or so it seemed, how they had become less able at coping with physical pressures. More precisely, three altercations with the London Underground showed [...]
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A thought for tomorrow (2)
14/May/13 •
Graham Dukes calls for the abolition of February and March I have been thinking. I don’t do it very often, because it tends to give me a headache; however, I have some hope that one day it may earn me a medal. This particular train of thought started up a while ago when I found myself turning the fingers of our grandfather clock forward by [...]
Incatitude (5)
07/May/13 •
Alan West resorts to “Cat Stuck On Roof” story. If you want unquestioning devotion they say, get yourself a dog. I’m all in favour of unquestioning devotion and I rather admire dogs, but I wouldn’t want one in the house. So we have a cat instead. What I like about cats is their pragmatism and non-conformism, their ‘up yours’ attitude. If cats could be bothered [...]
Of ice and men (0)
29/Apr/13 •
Exhibitions are an acquired taste, and as I age, going to them tastes better and better. Ice Age Art at the British Museum is one of the best. Not because of its design – I found its juxtaposition of original artefacts with more contemporary art infuriating – but because it set me thinking. Then, over tea afterwards, those thoughts developed into an insight that has [...]
A stake in the ground (0)
23/Apr/13 •
A few weeks ago I stayed in a rather grand seventeenth century merchant’s house in France. It had walls a metre thick and backed on to a hill, which was all very fine for protecting against the biting north wind but, 350 years later, made phoning or texting a lottery. Unless, that is, I went upstairs to our bedroom and pressed myself against the window [...]
The Great Pears Soap Disaster (170)
18/Dec/09 •
It is one of those small comforts the morning bath routine. The merest sniff has the power to transport me back to my childhood. A gentle, vaguely biscuity smell like the soft, warm aroma of the linen cupboard; the comforting concave oval shape with indents into which you can fit the old worn bar (waste not, want not!). Yes, I am talking about Pears Transparent Soap. This [...]
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