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A quel age pour a Wes Anderson?
Oh, please see that title for the faux pretension that it holds, for the rest of the post is probably pure pretension. Or whatever. Oh, I WAS relieved when my sons loved Wes Anderson’s version of The Fantastic Mr Fox. Der. Of course. And I’ve just come home from seeing Moonrise Kingdom. Loved it. Yes, […]
Quandry
I’m all in a dither over this latest review. Already, it’s taken much longer to write than usual. It has been written, deleted, rewritten a few times. The book was poor. I disliked it on a number of levels: starting with the macro, I think the genre of “memoir” can do without half-life scratches from […]
Mourning trees
At risk of being outed as a tragic old hippy, I’m mourning a tree. Again. This tree-mourning, I’ve only just realised it even happens. This time, this tree. It wasn’t even a significant tree, or a pretty tree, or even my tree. Just a big, old tree. My neighbours, I like them, and I think they […]