Monthly Archives: September 2009

My difficult publication

Not only is the book hard to find in bookshops (due to factors entirely outside authorial control), but more than several people have by now emailed me saying they’ve sent reviews in to Amazon which have not been used. I’ve … Continue reading

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Nobody heard him, the dead man

Not Waving But Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must … Continue reading

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Brothers!

Our sacrifices have not been in vain; we have fought long, we have fought hard. The forces of the Capitalist Machine have been pummeled underfoot like so many rotten tomatos. We have lost friends along the way, some of whom … Continue reading

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Hello

a) is this thing > Premiership Table broke? Or b) has Supertone been fannying about while I’ve been swilling raki, spitting out sardine bones and keeping to the shade so as to protect my milky white skin?

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Excuse us

but this blog is knocking off for a temporary while. Mrs Mop is going to give it a good sweeping out and we we will be back in late September when Stoke City are top of the League.

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Well, almost ready for action

because as a matter of fact sofas are indoors and dry.

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Well

I’ve got a couple of bionic screws in me (not loose); otherwise, I’m ready for action.

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The thing is

it’s all very well being taken in and fed kippers and toast, but I do have to live with Little Lord Fauntelroy, and moreover Why Don’t They Let Me Run? Lemon goes up to Fakenham for his final x-ray tomorrow; … Continue reading

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Sonia Delaunay

Apparently, the first woman to have her paintings hung in the Louvre during her lifetime. You can find textile and fabric designs by Mrs Delaunay and she worked on theatre set design too; I have the sense she was prepared … Continue reading

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Robert Delaunay

When I was a new bug at art school I used to sit in seminars looking at slide projections of all these artists and movements that I’d never heard of (Delaunay was in a sub-sect of cubism called orphism). Sometimes … Continue reading

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