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  • Tate trodden

    I have just spent two hours and fifty minutes walking in and around Tate Modern on London’s Bankside. I didn’t plan that specific duration but there was a temporal dimension to my visit since its primary purpose was killing time. And because technically I wasn’t actually visiting Tate Modern, just occupying its space (more on […]

  • Habitat, Shabitat

    You grow out of Habitat by the time you’re 40, a complete stranger once told me with a surprising air of confidence. Looking around our house, a suburban monument to Habitat furniture of the period 1985-2000, I think he was probably right. We’ve bought a few frames and mugs since then but our last big […]

  • Getting to the point

    A man in America called David Rees has created a website advertising his artisanal pencil sharpening service. Here’s how it works. You mail your blunt pencil to David at his Hudson Valley, New York, workshop. David sharpens your pencil using generations-old artisanal pencil sharpening techniques. He then collects up the shavings — your personal shavings — and […]

  • Here comes there sunset

    Yesterday evening I encountered an affecting modern day act of communion on Brighton Beach. At least that’s what I’m telling myself it was. Like hundreds of other people, I had been drawn through darkening streets towards a fiery orange effulgence. Down on the beach we stood alone or gathered in small groups to watch a […]

  • Moleskine dilemma

    Yesterday I overheard a middle aged man lamenting to a friend why something or other was so “excruciatingly middle class”. he did this whilst: 1. Sipping an espresso macchiato in Carluccio’s’ 2. Ostentatiously making notes in her Moleskine notepad. Yes, that’s right, two utterly middle class affectations indulged simultaneously without the slightest sense of irony. […]

  • Strategy day sunset

    I’m not sure if retroactive blogging really is in the spirit of the thing. But looking at this photograph again, and remembering the mildly surprising circumstances of its making, prompts a post-dated observation. It’s late afternoon in early February. We’ve spent the day in the top floor Conference Suite at the Hotel Metropole Brighton. The […]

  • Sit back and enjoy the absurdity

    I’ve just this minute finished Michale Foley’s book The Age of Absurdity, which, among many other things, invites us to look upon absurdity as the new sublime. While they are fresh in my mind I thought I’d just remember out loud a few favourite Foleyisms. Happy, shiny work peopleFoley notes how employees increasingly have to present […]

  • The consolation of chocolate digestives

    I’m on our garden bench. The first spring sunshine warm enough to sit out in has arrived and I’m sipping from a mug of strong tea. Two dark chocolate McVities digestives (“three would be greedy” as John Shuttleworth would say) are perched on my knee. All should be well with the world. But I’ve just […]

  • Reflecting on a closed artwork

    Yesterday I was ambling through Pavilion Gardens in Brighton when, from a distance, I noticed that Anish Kapoor’s sculpture Sky Mirror had been installed in a corner facing the Royal Pavilion. I thought I’d take a closer look and strolled across the grass towards it. This manoeuvre was spotted by a woman in a high visibility jacket […]

  • Back from the Kentish edgelands

    When I told people we were going on holiday to Whitstable I could detect a note of sympathy in every “oh, isn’t it meant to be really lovely?” Perhaps that’s because almost all of them were jetting off to Greece, Turkey or America (point of interest: the more environmentally concerned the friend, the more ruthlessly […]