Remembrance. August 2014.

Dear Rowley, I am the first to admit that conceptual art makes me bristle with righteous indignation be it Duchamp’s urinal, Tracey’s soiled sheets or Mr Hirst’s pickled livestock. The case for the defence seems to boil down to little … Continue reading

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Anne of the Thousand Days. May 2014.

Dear Rowley, When London hits twenty-four degrees as it did this fine Sunday, the city sings. It is criminal to not put your glad rags on – in my case a rather dashing pair of yellow cotton shorts and a … Continue reading

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The Tower of London March 2011

Dear Rowley, Don’t you feel ten years younger with this Spring sunshine? I hate to sound like a Pollyanna but the world looks better for a lick of sun. Wouldn’t it be heaven to leave England in January and return … Continue reading

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