Monthly Archives: July 2010

Whatever would Peter Dimmock think?

It’s an illustration that the world has gone even more than usually insane when a respected BBC sports presenter opens a twitter account in order to call a journalist ‘a twat‘ (even if, as in this case, with it being … Continue reading

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There is about to be unleashed

a new correspondent in the blogosphere. He does not wish to call his site OldStokie.wordpress.com as he is seeking a makeover and a ‘new self.’ Any suggestions? Kazimir Malevich, Plane in Rotation, called Black Circle, 1915, Oil on canvas

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Another

animal whose face can tell a story. ‘Who? Me? I never.’ I never ran amok amongst next door’s rabbits and hamsters like that Zenn did…

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Less is More

Zenn in Basket

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Rescue guest

Meet Zenn. He belongs to regular contributor and flâneur daftburger and has some very un-Zen-like habits involving next door’s rabbits that we may learn more about as the week progresses. In the meantime here is his introductory note: His earlier … Continue reading

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Help Yourself

I’m thinking of opening a cake shop, I think I enjoy making cakes more than anything else at the moment. What shall I call it?

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Embrace

Life is odd. I needed to hear some music before I started writing this morning and this band came into my mind from nowhere, except I was thinking about notions of failure, and, in the context of Brit Pop, of … Continue reading

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Extract

On the end wall as you walked in there was a huge rectangular abstract painting that dripped thick with red, white and green pigment and which had pieces of bark and other salvaged timber as well as metal piping and … Continue reading

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Apropos

of nothing. That’s really the only usage of apropos one ever hears, isn’t it? But this apropos is apropos of a link I was just looking at on makemeadiva’s blog, to a cultural reportage site called Flavourwire. The link reported … Continue reading

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Genius

T always complains that the original of this song packs too many syllables into a line; now it’s found its natural linguistic home.

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