Monthly Archives: April 2011

No comment

To my knowledge nothing was said on BBC Joyous Day Radio 4 Unites the Nation in Celebration regarding this teletubbies hat.

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The Semiotics of the Wedding

I was driving about this morning and heard this analysis on BBC Radio 4: The train of Katherine’s dress, being only 8 ft long, rather than the 25 ft of Diana, Princess of Wales’ wedding outfit, was more in keeping … Continue reading

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The Final

I am going to write a book about a forthcoming match; I have just been upgrading my Amazon page as a first mention of what will happen. I will be going viral on this. Of course, this will give me … Continue reading

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The Last Royal Wedding

When Charles married Di I was a room service waiter at Claridge’s hotel which was where the oveseas parties of dignitaries stayed. We mainly had King Hussein of Jordan and his extensive entourage on our floor. On the day itself … Continue reading

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More signs :-)

I need never write again; I’ve got this new (to me) Blackberry gadget which comes with the following range of emoticonical faces and icons to give fast track textual portrayals of my state of mind : Smile Wink Sad Angry … Continue reading

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A sign

We had our traditional Good Friday walk with Philip (*say Hello to all boi) and Diddley this morning and afterwards I stopped off for a macchiato at a different cafe to my usual (which was shut for Good Friday) and … Continue reading

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There are mosquitoes in my atelier

The little bastards; is England a tropical country now or something? Meanwhile and more pertinently George Szirtes has posted a review of the experience of going to see this film The Black Swan which I read a lot about a … Continue reading

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Sean Scully, Watford and Stoke City

Title for a short story? Possibly not. An odd trio, perhaps, but not in this world: Old Stokie requested a picture of a painting by his favourite artist and as I was image searching for the perfect one I just … Continue reading

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The Magic of the Cup

It brings many old friends out of the closet. Anne-Marie Shardlow (who Old Stokie started flirting with as soon as she turned up on a comment below) is a work colleague from years ago (mid 80s) from when I used … Continue reading

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The pre-match

This possé belong to Old Stokie; imagine being them, having an experience of the world that says: Stoke City get to FA Cup semi finals and marmalise the opposition. Their lives will be so different to ours; their memories will … Continue reading

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