August 15th - August 21st 2005
Sunday Hunstanton
Saturday By George
Friday That shirt
Thursday Not so Posh
Wednesday Blue
Tuesday Pants
Monday Pestle control
Sunday 21st August 2005
Hunstanton, Summer 1995
Saturday 20th August 2005
A nice evening, in pleasant company, at the Shoreditch George and Dragon last Thursday, enlivened by the news that the entire interior is to be re-modeled as part of an exhibition at the ICA.
Why, you ask? (It's pleasantly funky, but for anyone over 20 that junk-eclectic aesthetic is hardly new.)
DavidC kindly directed me to this story - which explains...nothing.
Friday 19th August 2005
Thursday 18th August 2005
Victoria Beckham says she's never read a book in her life.
That's okay - I've never listened to one of her records.
Wednesday 17th August 2005
The pilot is blue.
We are all frozen. Farewell.
We're going to die.
The temptation to turn what we're told is the last message from Flight ZU522 into a perfect haiku is almost overwhelming.
Suspiciously so, you might think. Some newspapers had just enough time before going to press to ponder just how likely it would be that a passenger in a plane descending rapidly from 35,000 feet would have the time or the composure to tap out a relatively lengthy text message to his cousin in between screaming loudly and reaching for his oxygen mask - several reports amended the original reports to talk of 'a phone call' - but it was only 24 hours later that Greek police announced that the 'cousin' in question had been arrested for disseminating false information.
Nektarios-Sotirios Voutas was due to appear in court yesterday, but his arraignment was delayed after he 'tripped' and was taken to hospital with injuries to his face.
Some people, it seems, have no sense of humour.
Tuesday 16th August 2005
Some rather startling revelations about the early days of Laurence Olivier's passionate affair with Vivien Leigh are revealed in the Sunday Telegraph's serialisation of Terry Coleman's authorised biography (sadly unavailable online).
Not the dispute over Larry's purported homosexuality (yawn yawn), nor the revelation that his eccentric paramour mailed him a pair of her soiled knickers (too predictable, darling) whilst he was appearing on Broadway.
No: what struck me was the news that, by way of exchange, Olivier sent back a carnation that he'd worn tucked into his underpants throughout his performance.
A carnation? Am I missing something?
Monday 15th August 2005
Saturday's Prom was something of a stunner by all accounts - and not, perhaps, quite what you'd expect:
Even better, it's still not too late to hear it - thanks to Radio 3's seven-day-delay Listen Again service.
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