Mother’s Day extravagance - may need to take out second mortgage.
Leg of lamb. Garlic, rosemary and salt. Roast potatoes. Veg type things.
I like the Infamy gag but from Carry On Cleo but I much prefer:
Kenneth Williams: Friends, Romans…
Sid James: Countrymen
Kenneth Williams: I KNOW!
Really? Jesus Christ.
Thanks Michael. Mum had lived in Boston and Providence, Rhode Island from 1957-65. Came home to Sligo and married my Dad who, as you know, was an Arigna miner. They came to England in the 1968 strike and I was born in Stoke Newington. Diaspora.
Got properly annoyed with last week’s Sunday Times crossword this morning when checking 14 down, which I knew the answer to but didn’t trust myself because it was too easy and in no way cryptic.
These Sunday morning rituals are usually healing.
Mum died in 1974 when I was 5. Dad in 2016. Miss them both.
This is, unbelievably, my 200th monthly crossword for @historytoday.com. I have, as it says here, commemorated the occasion, but it's all good honest fun.
Three Salons at the Seaside fans assemble for this aching essay in pathos, resilience and beauty, as the last long-term residents of genteel, fading seaside hotels cling to a fading way of life
Love him.
And - What a haircut.
I work my way into the heart of the crowd.
They’ll notice you Howard, no doubt about that.
Holy shit!
“A dulcimer excursion into the avant garde”.
Another raucous Saturday night. 🤘
❤️
It’s taken many forms, and the punchline has been attributed to both Wilfrid Hyde-White and Stanley Holloway (Rex Harrison’s male co-stars), but either way is predicated on the fact that Harrison was a legendarily unpleasant (if also talented) man
Well, if it’s 15 March, we could commemorate the 2,070th anniversary of the doing in of Julius Caesar... or we could note that it’s 70 years since My Fair Lady opened on Broadway, and use that as an excuse to trot out one of the finest of all theatrical anecdotes... 🧵
Brilliant!
Love this
Strong Mother’s Day game from the kids.
Lamb in the oven and feet up with the crossword for a bit.
I also delivered milk to Mike Barson. I am the missing link in the Pete Frame family tree of Cockney Pop I now realise.
Chas that is. I’ve not got anything against Dave either, I should say. I saw him a little bit as a kid. I delivered papers and milk to his uncle and aunt who were very proud of him and would ask - do you know Chas and Dave.
He was a really respected session musician in the 60s and is on so many records. Also I love this which he wrote.
open.spotify.com/track/2sViVT...
Tori Amos sings Chas and Dave.
Really. And it’s kind of lovely.
She pronounces Derby day the American way. And then sings lyrics about pie and mash, kippers, jumble sales and Glenn Hoddle.
open.spotify.com/track/20ggKm...
Remembering Quincy Jones on his birthday 🎂
📷 Chuck Stewart, 1960
"Anything I can feel, I can notate musically. Not many people can do that. I can make a band play like a singer sings. That’s what arranging is, and it’s a great gift. I wouldn’t trade it for shit."
Birds, Józef Wilkon
Good luck with the move old chap. Hope it all goes swimmingly.
Mass market paperback too. Was still shifting some units then!
Thanks man. Beautiful.
This is where I first read him - studying ‘Victorians’ for my third year Special
Subject at university. We read this, Charles Lyell Principles of Geology and Charles Darwin Origin of Species together one week - theme was the Victorian Crisis of Faith.
I read this in Crete between university and job. Eight weeks of flaneuring and reading. It’s sustained me ever since.
Well well. Best thing I have read in ages.
open.spotify.com/track/72d38P...
Doctor Robert was a unit. But he seemed a wraith.
Quick spray and a wipe down and you’re away. He was fastidious.
