Meursault contre-enquête… une histoire de pied-noir et de colonisé…
witty and sad
witty and sad
For CC Do I exist? How do I know I exist? Does it matter whether I exist? What is existence? To be or not to be, that is the question. Except it’s been asked before. And I expect it will be again. There is no answer. But I‘ve been given a word – ontology – […]Read Post ›
For IR There is no more powerful creature than a baby. Which adult has ever managed to say with absolute conviction, “I have changed people’s lives for the better”? Yet every baby does this in some sort of way. A few days ago I was at work, at school, unable to contain my excitement about […]Read Post ›
for AG September 1964: the first Wednesday of the school term. I was just about getting used to the dreariness of life in St Augustine’s. I hadn’t been there a week when I realised that every day was going to be the same after all the day girls had gone home. Tea (more on that […]Read Post ›
For KK How I wish there had been such a – or any – dating site when I was young. Telephones were securely tied to land lines – and how I used to pray that someone would ring my number – Knightsbridge 2009 – and whisk me off to a sublime evening of dinner and […]Read Post ›
Originally posted on Hidden London:
Two Temple Place was once the home of American businessman and politician, William Waldorf Astor. Now home to a charitable trust, it opens its doors for only 3 months a year, with an annual exhibition of museum and art collections from outside London. So until 19th April, you have the chance to view…
Thinking of working abroad? Sigmund Siignatuur IF YOU are thinking of working abroad, then there are many considerations to be taken into account; more so if you are married and have children. Anyway, I have dragged up a few statistics that might help in this general direction. Some people are gregarious and want to […]Read Post ›
There is no justification! If ever a teacher had a catchphrase then this was it. You couldn’t make a mistake – there was no justification! as Mademoiselle Louise Vartoukian had carefully taught you how to avoid it. I have never come across anyone so thorough, before or since. I sometimes feel I could reproduce […]Read Post ›
This is the link to a short film made with my mother about her time in Siberia. Many of you will have seen it before, but I thought I would put it here anyway. Thank you Graham Cooper for letting me do this.
For AL “There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Lisa.” One of my favourite songs from my childhood. I still remember the words and the tune, such as it was. A symbol of unfaltering logic and hilarity, and now that I’ve thought of it again, I can’t get it out of my head. Never mind. […]Read Post ›