James Bond likes his shrimps potted.
It’s the bizarre kind of fact a journalist finds useful for livening up a dull article.
I once worked on a magazine in Park Lane, London. 1,056 more words
Years ago I had a supervision regarding one of my woefully disorganised essays, in which my approach to amassing data and quotes and bolting them onto clunky half-thought through opinions to give the impression of a considered piece of logical work, from its appearance alone, was taken to pieces. 606 more words
Having a lover/friend who regards you as a living growing criatura, being, just as much as the tree from the ground, or a ficus in the house, or a rose garden out in the side yard… Having a lover and friends who look at you as a true living breathing entity, one that is human but made of very fine and moist and magical things as well… a lover and friends who support the criatura in you… 96 more words
Starting this week – artist Laura Ellen Bacon will transform the facade of the Holburne Museum with an intricate yet imposing sculpture.
Visible from inside and outside the building, its surging presence will evoke the murmuration patterns of swallows and starlings. 243 more words