Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Adonaïs

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep
He hath awakened from the dream of life
'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings. -We decay
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
Convulse us and consume us day by day,
And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

The One remains, the many change and pass;

Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments. - Die,
If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Follow where all is fled! - Rome's azure sky,
Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words, are weak
The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak.

Sunday, 17 January 2010

Amazon Reviews

And whilst we’re on the subject of “other profiles” here’s my list of Amazon reviews that have been published these last few years (though I must admit not having added many throughout the past twelve months)…

Here we are...

Friday, 15 January 2010

BBC 606 Articles and Comments

Given the contributions I’ve made to sporting issues over the past couple of years, I thought it might be worth pointing to my profile on here.

So here it is…

Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Wow!

Amongst other things, I had a fantastic DVD for Christmas entitled "Man on Wire". For those of you who haven't seen or heard of this, it is a documentary based on the exploits of a Frenchman named Philippe Petit, a high wire walker who found fame in the seventies walking between very high landmarks - including the two uprights of Notre Dame in Paris, Sydney Harbour Bridge and, most spectacularly and famously, the Twin Towers in New York.

The film documents the several years of planning by Petit and his team, which actually began in the sixties, before work had even started on the towers. The man is the most engrossing individual I have ever witnessed - every word he speaks keeps you hooked as he reminisce abut the lengths they went through just to get the equipment up (they worked through the night and he finally stepped out onto a wire less than an inch thick, over a quarter of a mile above the ground shortly after 7am).


With the ghosts associated with these buildings (now nearly ten years since they were destroyed), the images on show are extremely emotive and highly evocative.


My suggestion is that you buy this - it truly is spectacular!

Saturday, 9 January 2010

Just Go...

Will Gordon Brown ever get the hint? Let me try...

For the love of God, just resign, you stupid, useless, miserable Scottish bastard!


And take what remains of your party with you...

Friday, 8 January 2010

It's Bloody Cold...

It comes to something when you have to scrape ice on the inside of your car. Which is what I have had to do copiously this week. Moreover, my windscreen washer dispensers have frozen solid, which means I am forced to toss water from a bottle over the window when driving on the motorway. I did this yesterday only to watch aghast as the water instantly froze, blocking my view of the road. A little concerning…

Minus 21 last night in Scotland. At what point does it actually stop the body from working?

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Royal Mail Part Three - I Give Up...

I would like to end this sorry tale as quickly as possible. I have lost the heart for the fight - you simply cannot compete with people when they show such a lack of human spirit.

Suffice to say that I had a further effort from the Royal Mail in response to my response. It came in a large envelope entitled "Do Not Bend." It was, I hasten to add, bent. Inside was my original map. Folded in half. What our local postman had initiated by shoving it underneath our garage door, their customer service department had finished with their spite and stupidity.


A letter accompanied the mangled map, explaining that they cannot compensate me due to the map having been obtained with tokens. Instead, a book of six first class stamps should appease my "frustrations."
Brilliant. Six stamps - with that I can send post another six objects for them to bend.

For fuck's sake...

Saturday, 2 January 2010

The Story of a Key - Epilogue

Remember this? Remember the extent to which my spirits sank? If so, you'll be amazed to discover that on Boxing Day the key emerged from the passenger seat. How and why, I'll never know. I spent an hour looking for the cursed thing back in the summer.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. One thing is for sure, though. I still blame the Royal Mail...

Friday, 1 January 2010