Monthly Archives: April 2012

It’s no joke, being without a muse

I need one. That’s a muse. Female preferably, who will sit and listen to the day’s work while making the occasional comment but more frequently, sighs of delight and appreciation. I will have begun the day knowing, perhaps longing for … Continue reading

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Thanks, David Hockney. . . and the last shall be Hirst.

A magic Saturday to see Hockney at the Royal Academy. But always a bitter sweet moment when I get to London: thrilled to be home again, sad that it won’t be for long. Get on the tube, expecting it to … Continue reading

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The Queen. In Sherborne. Let’s all go hide in the cemetery.

First, sorry not to have posted in so long, not that you gave a damn  – no anxious e-mails, ‘where are you?’ – but there was a health scare which is now okay so feel free to feel guilty. The … Continue reading

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