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It's a cliché, of course, but now that the vast majority of the time my work doesn't require me to dress up like an utter nincompoop...

We've expanded the scope of the lookeylikey posts lately to include things like islands and tubes of effervescent  tablets , so it wa...

The Glittering Prizes by Frederic Raphael. University, eh? Well, we've all been there. Well, not literally all of us, though number...

This is a bit of an echo of a long-ago lookeylikey post about bald people; I want to make it clear that I'm trying to do something a bi...

One of the reasons I don't do as much blogging as I used to, in addition to the various reasons already mentioned elsewhere, is that t...

It seems like an age ago that David Bowie , Glenn Frey and Prince died in fairly quick succession, although it was in fact just under thre...

Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. The Reverend John Ames is in his mid-seventies and nearing the end of his life (he has some unspecified he...

The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea by Yukio Mishima. Noboru is a pretty normal thirteen-year-old boy. Well, it's a difficu...

I'm very conscious that we've done a run of pretty much exclusively book -related posts for a while now, and that this one is no dif...

The Remains Of The Day by Kazuo Ishiguro. What ho, Jeeves! Hardest game in the world , the old butlering game. Having to be on top of ...

I caught an episode of Open Book on Radio 4 in the car the other day, featuring the lovely Mariella Frostrup and including (at about 7:40 i...

Just trawling through a couple of book-related end-of-year round-ups and I see that I missed a couple of victims of the ongoing Curse Of E...

They Came Like Swallows by William Maxwell. We're somewhere in Illinois in early 1918. We're also, in the first section of the ...

It occurs to me that I didn't do a Christmas-related post in 2018, so in the spirit of this music-related one from 2015 (but at conside...

Three in pretty quick succession earlier today which seemed like a blog-worthy thing. And they are: The Funeral by Band Of Horses in the ...

Orphans Of The Sky by Robert A Heinlein. Hugh Hoyland and his chums lead a decent enough life: enough to eat, a bit of light-hearted kn...