Chins up, folks
The last couple of blogs have been a bit gloomy. One loyal reader told me that I reduced him to tears last...
The last couple of blogs have been a bit gloomy. One loyal reader told me that I reduced him to tears last...
Despite my hollow, personifying quips about the loathsome, invasive Ms Alzheimer’s – and the combative language widely used in the media –...
I write a lot about the performing arts I watch other people engaging in. Last week, for a change, it was my...
Oh, Shakespeare. You knew a thing or two about human life, didn’t you? You (and Claudius) are spot on about sorrows, single-spies...
I knocked on Arabella’s sticker-encrusted door. “Come on. It’s 7 o’clock,” I twittered, feeling inexplicably nervous. “Thompson will be calling us in...
Temple Church Choir, London, 24 May 2018 Temple Church, with its lofty fan faulting and intricate stained glass glinting in the early...
Marlowe Theatre and touring Prokofiev’s lush score – with all its minor key melody and those evocative rhythms – dates from 1946...
So it’s Alzheimer’s Awareness Week. Well, yes please, we need plenty of that. I’ve also just spotted, in newspapers and on the...