When I am not busy living as the reincarnation of both Orwell and Voltaire I like to paint. Whether painting likes me is a different matter. It is hard to describe what my style is. One person, to whom I showed my work in a rare attempt at being friendly, described it as having “a … Continue reading Descriptions of Paintings
How do we explain the phenomenon of celebrity spotting? What is the biological, psychological or, indeed, metaphysical reasoning behind the response—that jolt in the senses—that comes with seeing someone who lives in the public eye? Is it a feeling akin to passing by a friend or an acquaintance—a neurological response indicating that you know this … Continue reading Celebrity Spotting in Ipswich Town
Of all the foods in the world that I have eaten, it is fair to say that I prefer banana bread the most. I think that is also safe to say that when it comes to banana bread, I am quite the fan. It is a love affair that began when I was eight or … Continue reading Banana Bread: A Panegyric
Several days ago I read an article by someone whose name I now forget yet have no desire to look up who wrote of the extreme anger they felt towards the man in the PlusNet adverts. At the time I thought this was nothing more than the ramblings of a mad person struggling to deal … Continue reading Those Damnable Nationwide Adverts
People are living longer these days, which is a sad fact in itself. Medical progress, technological developments and improved standards of living have done their best to stop people answering the sweet call of Death. Every year, the number of centenarians increases. One-hundred is the new eighty, seventy the new fifty. The forties want to … Continue reading When Did I Become Old?
I keep my phone on silent. This means that for the most part I am a very difficult person to contact. Not that many people bother to contact me. On a day to day basis my notifications consist of nothing more than a slue of emails saying my job application has been declined or this … Continue reading Thoughts on a voicemail
The reason English-speaking readers can barely tell the difference between Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky is that they aren’t reading the prose of either one. They’re reading Constance Garnett.Joseph Brodsky Several years ago I studied a postgraduate course in medieval history. During the overview the advisor had some choice words for myself and the other students: “You … Continue reading Why I Refuse to Read Translations