as a boy he'd served in the army in india before the first world war
after the first world war he sold tea from a van in the cotswolds and the severn valley and was frost-bitten
he knew how to break horses
in the nineteen fifties and early sixties, his little grocery shop in saint john's street was still without electricity and lit by tilley lamps
of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and worst by far is emotional blackmail ... the diligent practise of this subtle and ancient art creates a constantly evolving darwinistic moral vacuum in which the brightest new manipulative ideas and stratagems flourish ... and which only you, or i, can fill !
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
the weather ... and whether size matters
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
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