Frances and Nick

I am fascinated by the BBC’s current drama Conversations with Friends.  I know of few works that shed so revealing a light on contemporary society. The lead characters, Frances and Nick, are self-absorbed, unhappy and bored.  They never seem to ask themselves...

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Interview with Monbiot (Guardian 13/05/22)

If the UK switched to a plant-based diet – and used regenerative farming to produce food on the arable land we have (not using artificial fertilisers or pesticides) – how much could we be self-sufficient in food, percentage-wise? dad_climate The calculations...

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Mad Vlad

People only allow themselves the luxury of doing wrong in the full knowledge they are doing wrong when they commit relatively small offences.  If I fiddle my taxes by asking to be paid in cash I know I shouldn’t but...

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The Age of Unreason

It is strange or perhaps inevitable that a world supposedly led by science and reason should have become so uncaring of science and so irrational. Trans people claim to really be the sex other than biology plainly says...

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Richard Dawkins so right and so wrong.

Richard Dawkins So Right and So Wrong (thinking too about Freud) (According to Bruno Bettelheim, who was brought up in the Vienna in which Freud had lived, the translation of Freud’s writing into English has been a disaster.  According to him,...

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Babbling of Green Fields chapter one

BABBLING OF GREEN FIELDS A Confession by Thomas Jackson ‘A parted just between twelve and one, even at the turning o’th’tide – for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play With flowers and smile upon his finger’s end,                                                                                                                                               I knew there was but one  way.  For...

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Jebb

Father Philip was housemaster of Caverel and in 1970 I was appointed to be his assistant housemaster.  A fireball of energy, he taught classics and fencing – indeed, at least one of his pupils became an Olympic fencer – and...

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Who Remembers Wappy now?

How can I even begin to describe Wappy?  Father Wulstan Phillipson had been attached to the Abbey Theatre in Dublin before, as he always implied though never quite said, abandoning a glittering dramatic career to join the monastery.  His English classes...

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