Back in the ‘70’s, as an impecunious art student, a first date found us watching The Blue Max at the Odeon cinema in Leicester Square. Apart from the romantic delight sparked by my potential new partner, I have no idea as to why I picked that particular film. I had no...
“What I say is that, if a fellow really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.” A. A. Milne The Spanish tag surrounding the Conquistadores and their early colonising shenanigans still retains a hint of missionary altruism coupled with shades of...
“No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true today may turn out to be a falsehood tomorrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle...
Back in the seventies, whilst transitioning between impecunious art student and manqué sculptor, I was pleased to accept any and all invitations to attend select private views that generally preceded most art exhibitions. Be it in a national museum, ad hoc pop-up in a...
As a former wine merchant, often as a guest on lengthy wine tours skipping from one European winery to another via sauna-hot coaches filled with assorted media personal, a morbidly topical alternative to I-Spy became a frequent distraction amongst wine writers. It...
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