Next week we’re off to a 60th birthday in Germany. If the Eurostar runs to time we’ll be back just in time to go straight from St Pancras International to our polling station to keep Boris Johnson out. He’s a charming buffoon, but I don’t want a buffoon running the Underground, however charming they are.
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You’d think we spend our life in the Lord Stanley, the number of photos that I take there. But in fact it’s just a nice place with what photographers call “good light” (which is something I rather doubt exists, but who am I to say?).
Anyway, here’s a photo of Hilke. In the Lord Stanley.

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Never mind that we are entering a global food crisis because we are feeding the machines before we feed other people. Nor that the price of farm land is increasing because it’s being bought by metropolitan weekenders rather than, er, farmers who might use it for farming.
Nor (bringing it right back home) that Anna and [...]

It looked like this, just for the record.

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From Peter Bradshaw’s review of Son of Rambow:
There are nice period touches, especially the use of the word “Skill!” as a general expression of boy approval. And any variation at all on the “Jimmy-Hill-scratch-my-itchy-beard” formula will always make me laugh.
Yes! Skill! That was me, it’s all coming back now… We all said that! Preferably with [...]

I reckon about 10% of what I’ve read today is total rot. (Although that Nigerian chap who mailed about getting his funds out of the country sounds like an opportunity too good to miss.) Stories spotted so far…

Calling Carla: Brown enlists first lady to give Britain style (had me going for one paragraph, then settled [...]