I started writing this when it was wet and cold at Hay – so cold you could see your breath – but somehow still worth it.
Not the kind of weather to spend any time at all on the dizzy heights of Lord Hereford’s Knob. Oh no.
Hay Festival’s weather is fickle. It alters in a heartbeat and a glimpse of sun suddenly makes all those deckchairs on the central lawn advertising holidays in Spain seem suddenly so appropriate. Continue reading “Hay ho”
Serenade, The Student Prince
The lead car is unique, except for the one behind it which is identical.
Murray Walker
Goodnight everyone, sleep well.
I said a few days ago that I didn’t understand why Her Majesty’s finances were the subject of so much scrutiny when other Heads of State also spent a lot on entertaining. I didn’t actually expect such a speedy response.
A French socialist MP is questioning the cost of last year’s garden party at the Elysee Palce on 14th July. Compared with the figures in the millions I’ve seen quoted for entertaining the pope at a Holyrood garden party shortly, I think we ought to get the Elysee’s caterers in!
The Drinking Song, The Student Prince, Lanza
Just in case you missed this on MyT.
Good to put a face to the name.
I have had cause, recently, to need to prove who I am, and more to the point, to prove who I was before I was married, and subsequently divorced. You would not have thought this would be too difficult, but I do not have a marriage certificate. I have sent off for one, at a cost of nine pounds and fifty pence, and it seems that all will be plain sailing. Continue reading “Who am I?”
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.
Douglas Adams
Goodnight everyone, sleep well.
Not playing today.
I think it is a fair assumption that someone who goes round the streets shooting people at random, and then turns the gun on himself, is not in his right mind. This being the case, why is it that the BBC has seen fit to devote at least half an hour – it may have been more – to coverage of this sad event? Continue reading “Too much information”
Boadicea's Chariot 
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