October 2005

Trainspotting. Really.

During the 80s, despite my father’s tribal loyalties lying further north, the Counsells had family membership of Leicestershire County Cricket Club. We would take a picnic and sit next to the sight screens. My mum fell in love with David Gower because he batted like a young god and his hair, curly and flashed with […]

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The End Times

You might have guessed from the thinness of posting here that I am busy at the moment, but the Anonymous Economist recommends this (non-free) editorial from the New York Times. I extract the first five and last three paragraphs: IF you believed Tom DeLay then, you no doubt believe now that the deposed House majority […]

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Virus Alert

One of my correspondents—quite possibly someone in Canada—has a dose of I-Worm/Mytob.HL. Please could you do something about it because I’m getting bored of the infected spam your machine is sending me. Thank you.

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Walk Like A Man

Meanwhile, Leasey does her best to keep me from making potentially embarrassing fashion errors. From next month, however, I will be living in Brighton and, if Manolo’s Shoe Blog is anything to go by, preventing me from buying into the Spring 2006 menswear season will be her biggest challenge yet.

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Filmed In Powderedwig-o-vision

Further to the THES‘s collection of historical dramas that academics most fear Hollywood making, you must, must watch the trailer for the upcoming Casanova. My favourite bit? Addressing Jeremy Irons (who might as well be twisting a waxed moustache and stroking a Persian cat), Sienna Miller delivers a line that Basil Exposition himself would have […]

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