February 1st - February 5th 2006
Sunday Exchange Square
Saturday He's out
Friday Scouting
Thursday Addictions
Wednesday Tower of London
Tuesday Spreading herpes
Monday Christopher Lloyd
Sunday 5th February
Exchange Square, Winter 2006
Saturday 4th February
"Yeah, got a pizza here for Sol Campbell.." says the News of the World reporter when the buzzer is finally answered.
""I think there's been a mistake," says the voice that answers. "He's out."
""Damn!" says the reporter. There goes his story.
Friday 3rd February
Attempting to maintain an intimate relationship with a non-English speaker is Big Fun, but an awful lot gets lost in translation.
As when, in attempting to demonstrate his fluency, your friend selects something at random and begins to read:
Britons, above all other people, insist on fair play.
If you see big bully going for a small or weak boy, you stop him because it is not 'fair play'..
Other nations are not all so good.
Excellently read - but how to explain the titular ironies of the book he has selected: Robert Baden-Powell's Scouting for Boys...
Thursday 2nd February
Spin the news as hard as you like, there will always be days when fate deals you two separate stories which you dread people reading on the same page. As with yesterday:
Bush: U.S. must break oil addiction
Vigils held to mark 100th UK death in Iraq
Wednesday 1st February
Tower of London, Winter 2006
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Tuesday 2nd February
I have no way of confirming this, short of actually buying a copy of the magazine (and that is so not going to happen), but apparently men's magazine Maxim has had to apologise to Stirling Moss for mis-transcribing an interview wherein they reported his ambition to spread herpes around the world.
The word he says he used was 'happiness'.
Monday 1st February
Obituary Watch: Christopher Lloyd
Christopher Lloyd, the plantsman and gardening writer who died on Friday aged 84, will forever be associated with Great Dixter, the rambling Sussex manor house where he lived all his life surrounded by the now world-famous garden that was his lifelong passion...
"We do not all want to float endlessly among silvers, greys and tender pinks in the gentle nicotiana-laden ambient of a summer's gloaming," Lloyd remarked. "Some prefer a bright, brash midday glare with plenty of stuffing."
A bachelor who liked to keep busy, Lloyd had no time for slackers..capable of deflating an unsuspecting questioner in the garden or at a lecture with a crushing comment.
He was also a generous host to a stream of students and overseas visitors, who were to be found camped on the floor of his Great Hall in their sleeping bags. He got on very well with young people, particularly if they were eager to learn from him.
Lloyd worked with his mother in the garden until her death in 1972, though they did not always see eye to eye...He was helped in later years by his exceptionally talented head gardener, Fergus Garrett, with whom he enjoyed a most fruitful collaboration.
Lloyd divided his free time between letter-writing, travelling, the opera and entertaining..For company, Lloyd shared the house at Great Dixter with several generations of irascible dachshunds.
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