Dept of, If Raised By Wolves Would Have Better Manners. O Peter Bradshaw. The gaggle of small(ish) boys infesting the Tube I was on today had better manners:
I nabbed my favourite aisle seat. The screening was overcrowded, and Ms Lipman had to sit on a stair. Halfway through the film, I dashed out to take what seemed to be an emergency call from my ( Read more... )

Dept of Schadenfreude:
[A] dose of costumed Brit-flick sniggering.
Can you imagine a prequel to Naomi Wolf's Vagina: A New Biography with a screenplay by Richard Gordon, author of Doctor in the House? No, nor can I.

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Dept of, As I Have Far Too Oft Had Occasion to Remark:
How not to write about libraries - some guidelines for reporters:
5. There ( Read more... )

O Decca Aitkenhead, no.

I have emailed her. I'm not entering into the CiF maunderings there.

Of the proliferation of error is there no end to be seen?

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*Piss off early, tomorrow's Saturday.

At the moment I don't feel I'm getting much done, partly because the last couple of months at work has largely been eaten by a monster task of editing and revising a whole load of documents preparatory to massive redesign of work website along with major changes to the back-end system. I suppose it is good to ( Read more... )

My response to turning the page of Guardian G2 and find this abomination
The Vibrator Play: the woman behind the buzz

- in which the misleading information in That Book has been filtered through an uncritical mind that thinks this massively reiterated canard is little-known history and has done no further research -

was a silent groan and a sense ( Read more... )

Dear Dr [Oursin ( Read more... )

Many a time, my dearios, have I mocked at the spam I receive from dodgy open-access (sorta: questions have been raised about how OA they actually are) journal companies that want me to edit/be on the consultant board of/contribute to their publications, in the belief that I am anything from a molecular biologist to a research psychologist.

Today I ( Read more... )

Have been suffering from the grumps and free-floatiness rattiness all day.

Some of which may be down to sleeping really badly over the weekend, and some of which may be due to general life irritations.

Feel free to tell me anything cheering and/or amusing, as long as it's not the thing about Cleopatra and the bees, which is merely depressing to a ( Read more... )

Being asked to provide a Big Soundbitey Rebuttal to a certain Big Soundbitey Idea.

When my case is 'it's all more complicated and there's a huge amount of context-missing going on there'.

A Victorian lady may or may not have known of the existence of the orgasm: but I do think she would not have been entirely unfazed if a doctor started fossicking ( Read more... )

(My gentle readers all know about Schliemann, right? Crashing through centuries of other strata to get to where he thought Troy was.)

A pervasive trope in mystery novels is the person who thinks they KNOW whodunnit and therefore directs all their attention to any evidence that supports that, and ignores other contradictory evidence. They are ( Read more... )