Listening to Rehab is probably an inappropriate moment to reflect on the deep joy of drinking. It's something I've been thinking about for many months now, ever since this whole business of producing healthy offspring put paid to some of my more irresponsible pleasures. Erdinger Alkoholfrei is the nicest tasting non-alcoholic beer I've found, but... Continue Reading →
Posh dinners and London theatre
This evening, I went to see Kevin Spacey in Richard III at the Old Vic. The staging was impressive, the analogies with modern day dictators cleverly done if not particularly original, but the acting was uninspired. Spacey had moments of brilliance, but he was not malevolent enough, and since we had gone for the cheap... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 