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Thursday, May 20, 2004

May 18, 1998

Joined château d'espair ... 6 years, humm.

Rowena, the Cobbler and I met at the Collins pub for boozy reminiscences and general shredding of others' reputations. The last of our training class.

Next clash of goblets - June 3 - when the Cobb leaves us for the Marxist halls of New York economics. And shortly after that, Rowena will be waddling off to do her mother n child thing, after which she says she'll be back (money, she says) but I wonder. Motherhood does strange things to a gal. Pretty odd things to a bloke, too.

Speaking of parenthood, Real Live Preacher has it right: "Getting a respectful nod from a teenager is huge."

Props to E for that one.

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Lurve, Actually

Which I watched with Anna, enjoyed the DVD, with all the special features:A DVD I've decided to buy.


Monday, May 17, 2004

Raban in ArtDish

Gosh - so many flattering comments coming in about the review.

Was asked by the sainted editor, the upstanding Jim Demetre, to deliver a standard 600 words on Jonathan Raban's latest (and only second) novel, WaxWings.

Had no idea ArtDish was so widely heeded.

I'm now pointing folks to JR's excellent piece from the Grauniad that aspiring must-read Stranger picked up.

Saturday, May 15, 2004

Venables Thompson & Carr

Dis-donc! A new name joins the "prey" list of those living in secrecy but whom it'd surely not be that difficult for seasoned Net-sleuths to trace and tattle-tale?


Yes yes - that's as may be. Now can we just get on with the chase ...

Monday, May 10, 2004


Still can't bring myself to write to Sheila and John and of course if I dally too long, it'll be too late.

Meanwhile ...

Thursday, May 06, 2004

Hamish RIP

I'm a little shocked to pen anything right now, but the Blog must go on, right?

I learned today that my oldest pal, dating back to my Hong Kong youth and godfather of my elder daughter, had been murdered on the luxury Philippino isle of Borocay.

I'd seen the Hong Kong reportage of the killing of antiques doyen, Mannfred Schoeni but it hadn't mentioned Hamish - referred to in the press as John Cowperthwaite.

Then I followed a link, and got the full gory details.

Since then, the rumour mill has been at work, along the lines of this from an insider who doesn't usually deal in guesswork:
"Not sure if its interesting or not, but it makes one wonder.

As far as I can make out, it seems that Hamish was going to be involved in a new project on Boracay and Mannfred, (who has made a lot of what I suspect is dodgy money) was investing in the project.

The developer was the other guy.

I vaguely knew Mannfred ... he managed to make very big bucks in a short time in HK and then transferred to Africa. I suppose they pissed off some locals. It's not the first time this has happened in this area. Anyway, pretty rum stuff."

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Marking changed text

OK, so I have Liz Castro's link, but what better aide memoire than to paste special tips up right here?:

To mark newly inserted text:
  1. Type <ins>
  2. Type the new text
  3. Type the </ins>
To mark the deleted text:
  1. Place cursor before text wished to mark as del
  2. Type <del>
  3. Place cursor after text for deletion
  4. Type </del>

Monday, May 03, 2004

Cliff and the Shads

Are there 4 words more capable of sending me into a swoon and, when I pick myself up, stumbling for the Telecaster and cranking the Peavey up to 11? There are not.

And on yesterday's NPR I hear of a Shad's reunion tour.

What more obvious URL that 'cliffandshads' for everything you need to know?

Linking off that seems to be a dedicated page to Hank B and the lads, and the rest are frames I can't pin down, so I can't send you direct to tour details or Goran's backing tracks site.

Hank B Marvin was the first wielder of a Fender Strat and the music of the Shadows was the only crutch around to see me thru soul-crippling, spirit-humbling years at a second school I did time in.

I'm 'mid a Shads festschrift as I type thanks to my 6-album boxed set of the sounds that kept us going: 'Apache', of course, but we all have tunes that brought a special thrill. In order, I may even fly over for one of their gigs - savour the sheer horror of congregating with a room full of other Shads fans.

I also hear that (Sir) Cliff might join them on-stage. Eeeuuw - what a grisly thought.

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