Hug a Nuke

You can stop hugging hoodies, there’s a nuke that nobody loves except the Conservative government and me.

The Faultless Painter

An old friend told me this week that he is taking an evening course at the Slade School of Fine Art but The Faultless Painter doesn’t refer to him. It is the title of a poem by Robert Browning about the Renaissance artist, Andrea del Sarto.

Tom’s School Days

Something, I’ll tell you what later, triggered this memory. About twenty years ago Sarah asked me to go with her to see her godson act in his house play at Eton.

Sounds of the ’60s

Everyone can remember the first record they ever bought. I was reminded of this by a reader telling me that her’s was Lily the Pink, see London House Prices, mine was A Hard Day’s Night.

All Change on the Tube

What do you think this was doing parked on my street all weekend? The interior lights were on and the generator was whirring.

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep

Sorry, not a Derry Moore photo, but I want to give you an idea of the abundance of bird-life in west London. I have a plan.

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Eureka

I had a Eureka moment at the weekend and I’d like to share it with you this merry, March morning.

Thoroughly Modern Manon

Puccini’s Manon Lescaut was screened live from the Met in HD, as they frequently remind us, in cinemas on Saturday.

Today’s Post is for Monty

This is a cockapoo, bred from a cocker spaniel and a poodle. This breed has something to teach us, yes, really.

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Drying Greens

  This post is not about vegetables and their preparation, it’s about drying greens.