My generation is divided into those who went to see Maureen Potter in panto at the Gaiety and those, like me, who went to see Jack Cruise at the Olympia. Miss Hickey, a spinster friend of Mrs McGinn, gave me an autograph book. She thoughtfully stood at the stage door to christen it with JC’s… Continue reading Dress to be Killed
Month: December 2019
Build Bridges
You can call David Cholmondeley, or Rocksavage as his school friends probably still call him*, many things – but never Earl Marshal; not a mistake that Richard Dimbleby would have made. Unfortunately Huw Edwards spent so much time telling BBC TV viewers how Welsh he, Huw, is at the State Opening of Parliament that he… Continue reading Build Bridges
Knights and Daze
Hop, Skip and Jump
The seasons and the weather change; there’re always new things to see and the river has many moods. Now I talk, sometimes, to other dog owners. Recently I met a Dutch Shepherd puppy with his Swedish/Japanese owners. Overhearing other towpath walkers, I seldom hear English. London, at its best, is a cosmopolitan, civilised place to… Continue reading Hop, Skip and Jump
Ritz Crackers
Christmas Cracker This poem about Anthony Blunt, would have delighted John Julius Norwich; it surely would have been in his Christmas Cracker. Who’d have guessed it? Blunt a traitor And a homosexualist, Carrying on with tar and waiter – There’s a sight I’m glad I missed. It would earn its place because it comes from Harvest… Continue reading Ritz Crackers