Monthly Archives: October 2009

By request

I had an email from a fan today regarding ASLNM. Most unusual. The person asked me would I put this bit up so someone they knew could see it. Even more unusual. Still, I am an obliging authorclient so here … Continue reading

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Gerhard Richter

Is up there with my absolute favourite painters. He is that rare thing, a virtuoso in several fields. He does expressive abstraction like the picture below, he is probably the best photorealist alive, and then he does hard graphic work … Continue reading

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One from the archives

The clocks going back is no help to me – the second walk is already leading into the dark. I haven’t been up to the beach with the camera in the evening yet this year; how I ever had the … Continue reading

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I’ve been parodied!

I feel as though I’ve really arrived! This is from some splinter ‘satirical’ website, a deviant tangent to a dead-on-its-feet football messageboard that I sometimes frequent in order to trade abuse with lower league types and to plagiarise their sayings … Continue reading

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I’m being mesmerised all over again

I’m reading The Waddington Years by Alan Hudson. It was published last year, by Snide Press. The syntax is quite something. I can only speculate, but my guess is that Alan told his story and that someone else transcribed it … Continue reading

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Happy days for Mighty Potters

Spurs 0-1 Stoke City. It don’t happen too often. That was the first win at WHL since 1975, and only the second in history. Glenn Whelan, who always looks like someone dragged him out of bed half an hour ago … Continue reading

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First Malevich, now this

I’m hoping to pick up some sort of blog award soon for willful avant gardery. Trezza and I caught this on television earlier on. Simon Cowell said they were one thousand percent through to the next round. Cheryl said that … Continue reading

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On Being Kazimir Malevich

am currently reading a very good, very short, book, On Being John McEnroe, by Tim Adams. Mac is one of my all-time sporting heroes. One thing I admire about the ‘Superbrat,’ (a term coined by the Daily Express, I learn … Continue reading

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How odd life is

I took Dylan for a run on Winterton dunes this lunchtime. There was not a soul in sight until we had nearly finished, at which moment a pointer came across to sniff and investigate. The pointer and Dylan has one … Continue reading

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Lemon

The blog has been rather quiet on the dogs front recently, this for a specific reason – Lemon and Dylan have not been getting on. There has always been at least an undercurrent of tension between them that I have … Continue reading

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