I hoped to wake up in Skopje this morning; in the Balkans following in the footsteps of Saki who was there before the First World War as foreign corespondent for The Morning Post; a warm, sunny Easter weekend ahead.
Category: Politics
Dress to be Killed
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
Knights and Daze
Midnight in Minsk
y Every Picture Tells a Story Sveltana Alexievich has a flat in this apartment building. She knows how to tell a story. She has written about the Second World War, sorry The Great Patriotic War, the war in Afghanistan and Chernobyl. Her technique is to interview people and tell the story through their words. This… Continue reading Midnight in Minsk
Barons Court to Belarus
Local Film Star Anthony Quayle is the only actor in the picture most people will remember; for his parts in Ice Cold in Alex and Lawrence of Arabia, probably. He was not as well known in 1935 as Roy Byford in the centre. Roy (1873-1939) was in a fair few early films beginning in 1916 but… Continue reading Barons Court to Belarus
Arms and the Man
Arma virumque cano (of arms and the man I sing) as Virgil puts it so succinctly in the Aeneid. A reader tells me a schoolboy hazarded this translation: “I sing of arms, men and dogs, sir”. I cannot sing but I do want to flaunt my Arms. The late Sir Iain Moncreiffe in Simple Heraldry, Cheerfully… Continue reading Arms and the Man
Thank You, Plum
News from Downing Street
Another Bellew on the Green Benches?
The posts I most enjoy writing are about my antecedents. Bellews have been biggish fish in a small pool, Ireland. In England they would have perhaps had Minor County status but as Catholic landowners they had enough money to have a network of European connections through marriage. It is one reason I identify myself as… Continue reading Another Bellew on the Green Benches?