I finally saw the Paul Gauguin (1848-1903) exhibition at the Tate Modern yesterday and, yep, it had more breasts than a Bernard Matthews turkey farm. It’s an interesting look at a former impressionist who predates Matisse in his use of colour and the surface plane of the canvas. Murkier than the great colourist or even […]
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Been watching the jolly pantomime fun with not-so “Red” Ed Miliband in the Labour Party saddle. And now a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Bird With Two Right Wings And now our governmenta bird with two right wingsflies on from zone to zonewhile we go on having our little fun & gamesat each electionas if it
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RIGHT!!! Self-imposed boot-camp for me. Cutting out or down on salt, sugar, no alcohol (except for Dunkerton’s cider on special occasions), no preserved meat full of nitrates, and less meat, anyway. Less wheat bread and pasta. More fruit including berries and grapefruit, salad, veg. Drink lots of water and green tea. And this is why.
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Last night’s Farrago Summer Poetry Slam, hosted by the tireless John Paul O’Neill, was another wonderful evening of poetry from a wide range of performers. I love these events as they allow beginners to try their material in a friendly atmosphere, as well as veterans of the circuit like Fran Landesman, now in her 80s,
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SPOILER ALERT Having missed the curtain-raiser of the Sherlock series last week, boo-hooing over the rave reviews, and tonight’s show — The Blind Banker — promising to be more Second Coming than second episode, Loved One and I settled in to watch, even forsaking our TV pals over at Channel 4 in the Big Brother
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Last night Anna May Wong met Paul Robeson in Britain for the first time since the Thirties. Their stage personae, that is. I first heard of Tayo Aluko’s show, Call Mr Robeson, when I met him ten years ago at the Oval Theatre in London for a conference. Back then, it was still a dream
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