Monthly Archives: November 2009

Don’t mess

Having watched the Masters tennis from the O2 on Sky all last week I have plans in the near future to write a ‘test tennis’ piece about the astonishing standard in the mens game right now, and about the absurdity, … Continue reading

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Blue Sunday

I went to photograph a dog and owner yesterday for the pitch for the forthcoming, ‘A Nation of Dog Lovers- the purebred, the allsorts, the rescued and the saved.’ (Possible subtitle). We already know Blue (below) from his early days … Continue reading

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In with a bullet

All Time Goal Celebrations 1. The Tango Tribute Took place at Eastlands today when cheeky Cockney chappy Jimmy Bullard, having scored a late penalty to level the scores at 1-1, collected his team mates and re-created the infamous moment from … Continue reading

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The Ballet Rambert

Come to the Norwich Theatre Royal most years and tonight was the night. The Rambert Dance Company (proper title) are the best things on legs and we are most uplifted. (This post is intended to provoke a certain amount of … Continue reading

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Out of Danger

is the title of one of my favourite poetry collections, by James Fenton. It’s a substantial combination of personal politics and of the other kind of politics, the writing has a very clean, clear, hard and simple Auden-like beat. Fenton … Continue reading

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Dave Gorman-like Interlude

In the early eighties another Stephen ‘Steve’ Foster played in defence for, and was captain of, Brighton and Hove Albion. In 1983 Brighton and Hove made it to the FA Cup Final where they were massive underdogs v Manchester United. … Continue reading

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But is it art?

I feel so bleedin virtuous after a run up in the dunes with Dylan that a bowl of oatmeal porridge has become my new favorite second breakfast. That is syrup floating off the top and eddying to the perimeter by … Continue reading

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