August 2011 – THE LONDON BLUEBIRD…

How old are you?

A brief respite from flailing about the library stacks searching for a PhD topic came in the form of an impromptu trip to Ronnie’s on Monday night to see Buddy Greco, who may be 85, 105 or 45. He has a strange timelessness that tells you he could be from anywhere at anytime, and that…
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“In 112 miles, turn left.”

By the time you read this, readers, I shall be far far away. Well, not that far. I’m just being dramatic. But a bit far. Like 100 miles – see? There – there! There I am! – crying in a layby on the edge of a road I thought was the A30 but was actually…
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A Riotous Message

This week an exotic species has raised itself up, jettisoned in from the deprived and blighted peripheries of our nation’s underclass and made themselves visible by robbing Dixons, JD Sports, breaking into stores and essentially producing the most radical mode of rioting for a generation. Britain – as always – is fixated on the short…
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The Hour Has Come

As London slakes its thirst on the first of many summer spritzers, don’t you think our cool, balmy evenings suit the outrageously sexy The Hour on Beeb 2? I do. Essentially, The Hour had me with it’s era-faithful hairstyles, structured 1950s and air of noble broadcasting intent, and I even managed to get away from…
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Month: August 2011