Monthly Archives: October 2010

Yves Klein

I had to get that farmer’s card down shoving off down the page. Gold leaf seems to be the antidote. We’ve had Klein before, in the Klein Blue that OS admired so much. I like him, and have only just … Continue reading

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An addendum to the post below

I was in my accountant’s offices to sign some super VAT form on Friday. On the foyer coffee table they had a perspex display holding these advice cards, and another one with leaflets explaining more. In case you can’t tell, … Continue reading

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From our embedded correspondent somewhere near Punchestown*

Down on Dylan via Motorola I asked regular contributor Geraldine how she was. The first reply was words to the effect of ‘not as bad as some considering what the government have done,’ (actually put in the charming expression: ‘Ireland … Continue reading

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The blog is just taking a moment to bliss out

Inbetween the bout of Tuncay Sanli-love and a forthcoming From Our Own Correspondent account of the effects of the GEC in one particularly hard-hit and mis-managed region, here is a musical interlude, something I heard this morning which reminded me … Continue reading

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Tuncay Sanli

Once in a while a player comes along with whom you fall in love. I’d already had this experience with Turkish international Tuncay Sanli when I saw him play for Middlesboro during Stoke City’s first season in the Premiership. Below … Continue reading

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Dylan waiting for his walk, via Motorola*

I don’t know how all that blue light is being created, but I like it. *Especially for Calvin.

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Drumming up business

This ambulance tried to wipe me out yesterday. It wasn’t sounding sirens either, to give myself or other road users a clue. My picture of the incident as below hardly shows how blind the turn off the roundabout to the … Continue reading

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