That moment alone always put a smile on my face for the rest of spring.
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That moment alone always put a smile on my face for the rest of spring.
It was me, Eye! Coincidentally, the first time I saw Paula Rega was at Victoria Miro, a gorgeous gallery five minutes from work. I shall certainly be strolling over again.
Damn, I wish I’d checked my phone as I’d have come and said hello!
Getting older makes it harder to remember / We are our only saviors!’
As long as the Hold Steady are bouncing around, I’ll be doing the same. Another massive night at the Electric Ballroom.
It’s not just the weekend, folks! It’s the Weekender. Here well early for The Hold Steady.
Against my better judgement, I’m going to do my morning exercise whilst listening to Morrissey’s new album.
How I arrived on Bluesky.
Does it make me a monster that I like that! :-)
Absolute gold!
‘He invented what would later be called genre painting: an unhelpful term intended to encompass scenes of drinkers in taverns, card players, gypsies. But before this was a style it was Caravaggio.’
@erinmaglaque.bsky.social on Caravaggio’s clothes.
www.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
What a fabulous address! Beats the Shard any day!
www.camdennewjournal.co.uk/article/its-...
Walking past King's Cross with the boy yesterday and we saw a Peregrine swooping down, hunting for hapless pigeons. Glorious stuff! Apparently, there's a pair nesting on the St Pancras clocktower.
Here's a very poor photo of the smaller male taking a break on the King's Cross weathervane. :-)
These are the very two things I was going to talk to you about tomorrow. Basically, they needed you in that dodgy meeting.
The Secret Agent this afternoon. One of those films that is close to perfect.
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The boy has just dropped his Saturn V LEGO rocket and the bits went everywhere. Sunday morning just got very stressful. 😥
The boy wants to watch Gamera vs. Barugon tomorrow night (look it up). So tonight, I’ll eschew cinema and chippy tea, and drink myself into a middling, melancholy state of insobriety whilst reading about 1960s swinging. Updike. He’s Jilly Cooper with a richer turn of phrase.
Cin Cin, shipmates!
Chippy tea or The Secret Agent at the pictures? Can’t manage both.
It’s Friday, it’s payday, and Matt Goodwin isn’t just a nasty little tosser. He’s a nasty little tosser who lost.
That’s what grown ups do.*
*Probably not what Liz Fraser was singing about.
Haha. As I’m about to reply, I see that the tech billionaires have work to do.
Can’t be bothered to cook. So I’m going to the pub for a burger. I’m 54 and I’m finally ready to make these daring decisions.
Straight out the wrapper. [Damn it ... that makes me want a bar of chocolate from the shop ... Off I go]
Spring very quick out of the blocks in North London. Not just this Red Admiral, but I saw a Brimstone too.
Toby Jones. He’d actually be the perfect Smiley if we go by Le Carre’s physical blueprint! :-)
All is not lost! Found em 😅
I really loved those glasses. They made me look like George Smiley.
Went outside at lunch to read my book. Except somewhere between my desk and the churchyard bench, I lost my reading glasses. :-(
That sounds like a fantastic exhibition. And even though I still think 1998 was not long ago, that's almost a lifetime. :-)