Apology

I’ve just noticed that my copy of today’s Independent has a banner across the top proclaiming: FREE INSIDE 16 PAGE GLOSSY BOOKLET: HOW TO WRITE A BLOG Sadly, this appears to be missing from my copy. So now I’ll never know. Sorry… Elsewhere, the same paper’s “5 Minute Interview” asks some questions of two people I’ve never heard of (Basso & Brooke anyone?), one of whom answers “I wish people would take more notice of…”…

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Racial Cleansing

From time to time, Sal has been known to do the occasional bit of market research. This, you understand, is entirely to do with her desire to help the UK’s corporations to better target their consumer offerings, and nothing at all to do with the brown envelope stuffed with used fivers that they offer as an “incentive” for attending one of the sessions. So she’s signed up to a couple of companies who send out…

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Phew! That’s A Relief…

Well, it’s over: some of us thought it would never happen, but finally the great Coldplay “silence” of 2007 has been broken. The NME has the exclusive: I don’t know what you have been doing during this long, difficult period of silence, but I’ve spent most of the year so far just hoping and praying that Chris and those other blokes (whatever they’re called) would speak to us. Christopher. Why did you neglect us for…

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Atonement

So last week we went to see the adaptation of Ian McEwan’s Atonement on another one of our free film previews. Of course, you should never see a film adapted from a book you’ve read and enjoyed, and so, inevitably, I was hugely disappointed. The first hour of the film–the part set at the Tallis house in 1935–is really effective, but once the action skips forward to the war scenes for the second half, the…

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Auld Reekie

So, being the original sorts that we are, for the third year in a row Sal and I went up to Edinburgh again for the bank holiday weekend. For some reason, this year we seemed to do a lot of rushing about. There barely seemed to be a moment when we weren’t supposed to be somewhere else. On Saturday evening, for example, we decided to grab something to eat before seeing Richard Herring. Knowing how…

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