Monthly Archives: February 2011

Wet blue ending to the cold grey month

Posted on February 28, 2011 by Stephen Foster

I always liked this, I don’t really know why, perhaps because nothing much happens in a rather lovely way, perhaps because I like swimming pools, perhaps because I like modernist bungalows, perhaps because I like blue paint. A Bigger Splash, … Continue reading →

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Good sports writing

Posted on February 27, 2011 by Stephen Foster

Is a joy to find, there’s a lovely piece by the consistently readable (quiet, unassuming insightful) Robin Oakley in the Spectator about trying to scrape a living out of writing and horses. I’m including the end of it here for … Continue reading →

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#friday poem

Posted on February 25, 2011 by Stephen Foster

My friend Ruth Selwyn-Crome, whom I met by being an RLF fellow, has a habit of sending out occasional Friday Poems; they’re always a welcome ping in the inbox; this one is very good and very charming, I thonk. Ruth … Continue reading →

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#fridayfollowups

Posted on February 25, 2011 by Stephen Foster

Two links demand to be posted as a consequence of the shirty stuff below, one in the International Category as linked up on the comments by Rory of the USA, and this link here, a classic from the Grey Man … Continue reading →

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Fame by association

Posted on February 24, 2011 by Stephen Foster

Last night we picked up this Stoke City-supporting Dominic boy who is studying politics at UEA and who found me on Facebook and asked if he could hitch a lift to Arsenal. It’s the second time he’s done this and … Continue reading →

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I don’t want to cause trouble

Posted on February 21, 2011 by Stephen Foster

or deny people their pleasure, but that new Fiat 500 that is everywhere – to be honest, it puts me in mind of a Nissan Micra. It’s not exactly this, is it?

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Addendum to the post below

Posted on February 20, 2011 by Stephen Foster

It reminded me of the much lamented Book of Football Lists ‘Fashion Disasters’ List in which Very Bad Strips were considered in order of de-merit. There was never any doubt that the winner would be the ‘Hull Tiger’ circa 92/93 … Continue reading →

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In passing

Posted on February 18, 2011 by Stephen Foster

I’m still haunted by the colour of the Barcelona away kit from the other night at the Highbury Emirates Stadium; the last time I saw anything like it it was number 748b on the late-eighties Dulux ‘Spectrum’ colour ‘book’ that … Continue reading →

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Born Slippy by JR Hartley

Posted on February 17, 2011 by Stephen Foster

I saw this commercial the other night whereby JR Hartley of the (1983) original Yellow Pages ‘Fly Fishing by JR Hartley’ ad has been modernised. This updated version sees former DJ ‘Day V Lately’ on the hunt for his lost … Continue reading →

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But O the Banality!

Posted on February 16, 2011 by Stephen Foster

On Wednesdays now I get the bus home. Today I was eavesdropping this young good looking pair, him in sportswear, her in fancy, I don’t think they actually were a couple (they were sitting across the aisle from each other) … Continue reading →

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