I’ve long held a rather unfashionable view about dear Glinda the Good Witch, and it’s high time I set it down in ink – or pixels, as the modern fashion demands. To me, she isn’t merely a fluttering pink confection of benevolence; she’s the most insidious sort of villain, the one who smiles whilst sharpening … Continue reading Glinda’s Bubble: A Study in Benevolent Bastardry
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Wankerism: A Field Guide to the Modern Fool
This afternoon I found myself once again wandering the countryside in the company of a dangerously attractive lady – the sort of woman who improves both the scenery and one’s vocabulary. There’s something about walking that encourages philosophical invention. The Greeks had the Peripatetics; we have the footpath and a thermos. And so it was … Continue reading Wankerism: A Field Guide to the Modern Fool
Blind Acceptance: Notes from the Queue of the Stupid
Johnny Rotten (John Lydon) performing with the Sex Pistols, c. 1977. Photographer unknown. I was reminded today - over lunch with a charming, warm, and dangerously attractive lady - of a line from the song EMI by the ever-charming hooligans of The Sex Pistols: ‘And blind acceptance is a sign of stupid fools who stand … Continue reading Blind Acceptance: Notes from the Queue of the Stupid
Strings Attached: A Jackdaw’s Lament and Other Human Follies
Buy Me a Coffee As I sit here in my lounge, nursing a cup of tea that’s gone rather tepid – much like the jackdaw’s ill-fated bid for freedom in Aesop’s timeless fable – I can’t help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of it all. You see, I’ve always had a soft spot for … Continue reading Strings Attached: A Jackdaw’s Lament and Other Human Follies
Cakes and Ale, or the Saints and the Sinners
I came to Cakes and Ale not with a sense of moral urgency, but with a cup of tea and a faint suspicion that I was about to be gently mocked. That suspicion, as it turns out, is the correct posture in which to approach W. Somerset Maugham. One doesn’t read Maugham expecting thunderbolts from … Continue reading Cakes and Ale, or the Saints and the Sinners
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