The Story of the Sitwells. March 2016.

Dear Rowley, I have always made a policy of not writing about living relatives more than merely en passant. Having read Desmond Seward’s Renishaw Hall: The Story of the Sitwells while closeted in Derbyshire for the Easter weekend, I consider this … Continue reading

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Reluctant Acquiescence. March 2016.

Dear Rowley, Stepping out of one’s life is terribly healthy, don’t you find? As you know, I’ve been at Her Majesty’s pleasure for the past ten days in the Old Bailey sitting in the juror’s box considering two rather fascinating … Continue reading

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Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom. February 2016.

Dear Rowley, At some stage in life, we can all identify with the Harold Arlen/Ted Koehler anthem I’ve Got A Right to Sing the Blues. Hell, at times, I’ve been feeling blue enough to caterwaul Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and … Continue reading

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And Then There Were None. January 2015.

Dear Rowley, Who knew January was the rainy season in London? Every day since Christmas, London has been bathed in a miasma of mist, gloom and sleet: perfect weather for a hanging at Holloway. Speaking of capital punishment, did I … Continue reading

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