Hitherto you have seen the former West London Magistrates’ Court from the south, protected by a modesty curtain erected by the demolition squad. Here is what it looks like from the east, from the wings, so to speak. There is a lot of rubble.
The Prime Minister no doubt is spending Christmas in Downing Street working on the Deal that needs to be approved next week by the House of Commons. It’s unclear when the Upper House gets its say. It is not the first time a Prime Minister has worked on Christmas Day.
Last year Paul Kent published This is jolly old Fame, an examination of PG Wodehouse’s early oeuvre, in which he pokes around to find the seeds that germinated into the glorious world Plum created.
Like me, Bertie doesn’t send Christmas cards but we both like getting them. This is his first, probably only one this year. He thinks the artist has been a little unfair – too much hangdog, hungover look. This is a better likeness.
Erik Larson may not be familiar to you. I think he is better known in America. At my Thanksgiving picnic-on-a-park-bench that should have been captured by Georges Seurat, my friend the Manhattan banker gave me a present from her sister who serendipitously called in on FaceTime from Boston.