More or less opposite the spot where I wait for the Tube of an evening, there has been for quite some while now a poster in the excellent cause of research into leukaemia and blood cancers.

I'm just not sure that the slogan that 'We're not going to hang up our white coats until we have the answer' is one that I'm wholly on board with.

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Chap outside the Tube station holding a board saying 'London Prayer Challenge This Way'.

Which I gather to be this event.

But coming down the road, before having the chance to look it up, I was thinking some kind of competitive praying scenario.

You know, Elijah and the Priests of Baal sort of thing.

Or like that thing Victorian freethinkers used ( Read more... )

Maybe I am just incapable of appreciating some critical distinction here?

But can I be the only person who sees some incongruity in a person foaming away about the evils of pseudonymity and how people ought to stand up for and stand behind their words and opinions, who appears to have deleted or at least locked previously open LJ posts in which ( Read more... )

As a result of recent orders, my Amazon recs list has the wholly incongruous juxtaposition of one of D E Stevenson's gentle tales of middle class village life between the wars with a Mickey Spillane thick-ear thriller.

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Local wildlife spotted: ducks; swifts; a possible hawk; the inevitable squirrels; wee baby bunny!!!

I am (in my own opinion, anyway) rocking the neon green streaks in hair look again, just for the hell of it (one might even say, pour le sport, not having an actual green hat).

Although one person did remark, in conversation, that she couldn't take ( Read more... )

Dept of Drumming Up Controversy:
J'Accuse! Elizabeth Gaskell's The Moorland Cottage (1850) Versus George Eliot's The Mill on the Floss (1860)
Get ready for academic feathers to fly! The former editor of The Gaskell Journal Jo Pryke has long suspected that one of ( Read more... )

New busker in Euston tube station.

Playing saxophone version of 'Summer Lovin'' from Grease.

Totally incongruous?

Or a sweet flash of teenage aestival bliss in the middle of winter?

Or, possibly the only tune he can play?

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Perhaps I shouldn't boggle when Amazon recommends Cornelia of the Chalet School by Jackie Roberts on the basis that I have purchased Body Work (latest Paretsky, VI as usual mixing it up with urban grot and corruption in Chicago): because my own tastes range widely, I am large, I contain multitudes, and you will rip both my Charlotte Yonges (not the ( Read more... )

On the Victoria line, early afternoon, a fairly crowded carriage.

Elderly man comes down the carriage

Very aggressively making benediction gestures (at least, he was doing them fairly fast and not at all in the usual spirit, but I think I recognised them - 'making the sign of the cross' - from my High Anglican primary school).

Over people and more ( Read more... )

I have oft pointed at and mocked Amazon recommendations, but I find that the 'You added X to your collection, you may also like...' on Visual Bookshelf on Facebook pretty bizarre too.

I just added P C Hodgell*'s Bound in Blood (which has finally arrived after far too many emails from Amazon informing me that despatch would be delayed, yay).

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