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Tag Archives: P.G. Wodehouse
The BookBenches speak (parodies)
The Jeeves and Wooster bench was the very first one I visited. “Jeeves,” I said, massaging the old lemon, “why is there a painted bench shaped like a book with us on it in the middle of a shopping centre?” “Because,” … Continue reading
On my bookshelf (I)- Reading habits and paper vs. e-books
Strolling along the South Bank one sunny afternoon, I came across an old friend lurking at a second-hand bookstall under Waterloo Bridge: It was a 1963 Penguin first edition and it was unthinkable that I should carry on without it, … Continue reading
Posted in Reading watching listening thinking
Tagged art, books, Cecil Beaton, e-books, F. Scott Fitzgerald, London, Matilda, P.G. Wodehouse, technology, Tim Minchin
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Not the sheep
The picture below is that of a PICC line. It’s a long, thin tube that’s inserted into a vein in the arm, through which all my treatment was administered. One end dangled out of a hole in my skin just … Continue reading
Posted in Oy vey (cancer gripes)
Tagged cancer, music, P.G. Wodehouse, the meaning of life
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Books of my childhood (II)- My man Wodehouse
The UCH Macmillan Cancer Centre, which is my home away from home, tries its hardest to not look like a hospital. This ‘chandelier’ (made of “hundreds of objects found during a 500-mile coastal walk from Gravesend in Kent to Land’s … Continue reading
Posted in Oy vey (cancer gripes), Reading watching listening thinking
Tagged art, books, cancer, humour, language, P.G. Wodehouse, the meaning of life
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