Is it me or has Rusbridger answered his own question there?
Posts by James Barnard
Oh, yes… I remember that fantastic orange colour very well!
The trouble is she doesn’t realise she is. And it’s that level of self delusion that means she’s also happier in herself than the rest of us more self aware people…
My aunt’s husband and his family basically ran the Woodcraft Folk in north London in the 80s and 90s. I loved it. Such a positive organisation, run with kindness, care and a sense of fun and enjoyment.
Yes! There we have it. A perfect distillation about why the so called split between science and art is nonsense. We absolutely do need both, to work together, to help us understand ourselves, the world around us, our place in it, and how things really work.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe she really is in such a state of delirium that she believes she’s still in the UK and that everything she sees in the city she lives in are happening there rather than in Dubai?
How about Amelia Rumford from ‘The Stones of Blood’?
I bet he did. That’s why it was always so incandescently angry all the time.
Lovejoy
Brush Strokes
Only Fools and Horses
Heartbeat
Or do it this way… m.youtube.com/watch?v=UOUe...
“Losing job opportunities due to their race and gender”. Really?!Losing job opportunities to people better qualified than they are is the point - what reasonable organisation is really going to hire or promote an underqualified candidate from any demographic if there’s someone better in easy reach?
Yeah - it sometimes gets attributed to Mark Twain but I’m not sure that’s right. Bierce seems more likely, but if you don’t remember it from your research… it’s a great quote anyway, isn’t it?
I loved that book!
“Nobody knows what I’m going to do …
Least of all me!”
I actually don’t think any of the characters mentioned would really have just stood there and let them blow away - whether out of kindness or toadying, who’s to say? And let’s face it, the image of a prime minister picking them up is preferable to an image of a prime minister standing and grimacing.
Judging by the footage of him sharing rather sneery moments with Meloni and Carney whilst Trump was in the vicinity, I’d suggest Macron, for one, isn’t that bothered about upsetting Trump.
I suppose it’s just possible that the photo was taken before his chosen career as a boxer took its toll on his face?
Patrick Ryecart is really pretty awesome here, maintaining subtlety and nuance when everything around him *isn’t*. I especially like his quiet sip of tea between realising Kiv is unwell, and actually moving to help him.
“So I’m a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways
It’s true that my body has seen better days
But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave…
One foot in the grave!”
Ruth Rendell
Terry Pratchett
PD James
John Grisham
Beryl Bainbridge
Kazuo Ishiguro
Margaret Atwood
Peter Carey
Ian McEwan
William Boyd
“Lost souls, lost souls
Wandering, wandering.
Lost souls, lost souls
Pondering, pondering”
I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s had that lodged in back of their minds since the early 90s.
“Team building exercise”
The cynic in me wonders if some people will even notice it *is* an error message rather than the solution they’re expecting, and blindly use and publicise it anyway. Much like the tale of the road sign that was actually an out of office message because no one in the Welsh Assembly could read Welsh…
Brilliant! You’ve made my morning!
I was going through a bit of a tough time when it was published, and my abiding memory of it was what a tonic it was. It may well have been made up of several disparate ideas, but the joy was in the telling.
Festival of Death would make a brilliant Novel Adaptation. I’d be intrigued by one for The Tomorrow Windows, but I guess the issue is how contemporary it was - its world has gone, and setting the adaptation in the year it’s released, with Sadiq Khan instead of Livingstone, somehow doesn’t sit right.
“So Charlie and me had another cup of tea and then we went ‘ome” … without checking whether their gaffer survived a ceiling falling “on the top of his dome”!