My life in the City began on the first Monday in August 1976 and looks as if it ended at 5.00 pm on the first Monday in August this year, 39 years later.
Category: Family
Don’t Expect The Orient Express
Walled Gardens
Walled Gardens is the title of Annabel Goff’s memoir about her childhood in the south of Ireland in the 1940s and 1950s. (Since describing William Waldegrave’s book as a memoir I now find that it is an autobiography: the former is a description of one part of a person’s life, the latter the whole thing,… Continue reading Walled Gardens
To Jeremy In Islington
Battle of the Bench: Holman v Mostyn: The Verdict
Being driven back from Grange Park Opera a few years ago I noticed that our car was heading towards Basingstoke and London but that we were in the dual carriageway lane reserved for cars going to Winchester and points south. Although I was in an advanced state of drunkenness I was the only one to… Continue reading Battle of the Bench: Holman v Mostyn: The Verdict
Woodlouse
Russian For Beginners
First, and only, visit to the Proms this week; the St Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra playing under the baton of spritely, septuagenarian Yuri Temirkanov a programme of sophisticated Russian music. Or as I subsequently found, a programme described by the condescending BBC as “classical for starters”.
A Grave Matter
A Spy in the Family
In the 1980s I was introduced to Patrick O’Brian’s novels about Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin (it’s curious that the series does not have a title). Like so many others, I became hooked on the detailed descriptions of life on board a Royal Navy ship in the early years of the 19th century. The depth… Continue reading A Spy in the Family