Anna Burns’ novel, Milkman, won the Man Booker prize this year. It follows an 18-year-old girl growing up in Belfast in the Troubles. Worth reading? Maybe another Angela’s Ashes?
The application (see Wind in the Willows) by developer, St George, to fell the willow tree in front of their flats at Fulham Reach was withdrawn. There was much opposition including a well-reasoned submission by a reader here, who knows more about trees than I do.
A visit to Piccadilly Circus tube station is not something to look forward to. I have always been aware of its iconic 1920s architecture but until now had not taken time to admire it.
After Choral Matins at the Royal Hospital we walked in the rain to pay our respects to Sir Denis and Lady Thatcher, both of whom have memorials outside the Margaret Thatcher Infirmary, where their ashes are buried.
Jamie Lloyd has an ambitious undertaking at the Harold Pinter Theatre. He is putting on a six month season of Pinter’s one act plays. On Saturday afternoon I was taken to two of them: The Lover (1961) and The Collection (1962).
A royal baby was born 199 years ago at Kensington Palace. Her father was the fourth son of George III, the Duke of Kent, her mother was Princess Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld.
Next Monday will be Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse’s 137th birthday. The PG Wodehouse Society celebrated with a slap-up dinner at Gray’s Inn on Thursday evening.
There was a rumour that the empty retail space at Barons Court station would be taken by Tesco for a mini-store. If so they have been beaten to the draw by Aussie baristas, The Roasting Party.