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British reserve
I never thought anything would make me nostalgic for London buses. But this story from Frizzy Logic did. It’s a dialogue between a young woman who thinks she has aids, and a young man who thinks her problem is contagious … Continue reading Continue reading
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When he come to your house
It’s been a horrid month for death already, and last night Caroline came in with an old copy of the Independent carrying a death notice I’d entirely missed when it appeared on the 17th. Eve Keatley was Bob Runcie’s press … Continue reading Continue reading
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might as well giggle
After she posted some Paxman/Portillo slash, I asked TNH why no one wrote this kind of thing about American politicians. So she went off to find some. Mostly, she failed, but hers was a truly honourable failure, as this report … Continue reading Continue reading
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A modest proposal
Ben Hammersley cuts through an enormous amount of the crap that has been written even by sensible people like John Naughton about how blogging democratises journalism: Want to be a journalist? Write something good. Continue reading
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Making Britain great
The Daily Telegraph carried an obituary of Col. Michael Singleton, the sort of pedagogue you just don’t get from modern teacher training colleges: Long walks, cold dormitories and regular hymn-singing were also an integral part of the education, along with … Continue reading Continue reading
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So the mike was live!
this is an experiment in using Movable type. I hope that it will turn into something both fun and useful. For the moment there’s not much else to record of the day, except that I got to thinking how long … Continue reading Continue reading
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