Browning's just got a lot of a lot. Love every jot and tittle.
Browning's just got a lot of a lot. Love every jot and tittle.
It did. I stuck it out two years too long because it was hard to walk away from the money, needed an operation that took a couple months to come back from, recovered, quit, and essentially slept for six months.
TBF he'd probably be rather good at doing aging weak-hearted scruffy long-haired LBJ
Secretary of Something Else has rather a ring to it.
You say that as though he didn't...
With you there, though despite a necessary modernisation or two thanks to the Luftwaffe, my vote is St Stephen Walbrook. They still claim it's the only one of the City Churches where the vestry got out of the way and told Wren that he was the genius so he should do what he pleased. And did he ever.
That false herring is just one big red flag operation
On the twelfth day of Festivus....
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Deeply underrated elpee, Crown Of Creation. I totally get it.
Everyone knew what was coming and it didn't matter a damn. Like Game 7 of the '65 Series when he threw nothing but fastballs for nine innings (stories vary as to why). Blew the Twins away. 3-hit shutout to close it out.
Pops!
I quite liked Le MΓ©pris (no, really) but would also give it at best two stars. Help.
The closest mall to where I live has been largely converted to pickleball courts. So there's some cause for optimism.
2004.
That year's competition aside, Mrs Miniver still makes me a little snuffly, and I've been meaning to give Ordinary People another shot for ages. Probably too young to get it at the time. Now, to be sure, possibly too old. Or something.
I didn't know it existed but now I'm strangely obsessed with the idea of seeing the entire works of Ronald Firbank set to at best semi-appropriately chipper music. Start with The Flower Beneath The Foot.
Don't worry about that. It will create plenty of them.
There's a Velvets invasion. Just posted elsewhere about hearing Who Loves The Sun at a diner. Expressed regret it wasn't Sister Ray or maybe The Gift.
Watch for Goldwater and Scott heading into the Oval Office
Deathray Davies still around? Quite good, in fact.
Affects that flat usually require horse tranquilizers
Meshes poorly with the current cynical, superior zeitgeist. Rather expect the film, despite its flaws (and nearly all of us have some), will hang around longer than ephemeral attitudes.
A rare advantage of extreme age...
There are probably only three or four acts I've seen as many as five times over the course of the last few hundred years, and he's one of them, starting with his very first US Commotions show at a dank basement space in New Haven, CT appropriately called The Grotto in 1985.
Wow, I'd completely forgotten this. And, of course, most other things. But LC carries on, saw him just last month, a little greyer, a little wryer, playing venues that serve dinner, yet still fresh.
Ideally with a medal.
Put a pillowcase over the suitcase et voilΓ !
Possibly THE Fucking Record