This week I have been mainly looking up. My favourite thing is to sit above the driver’s seat on the top of the Number 19 bus and admire the eyebrows of London. This morning I got interested in weathervanes. Arriving by bus at the British Library I passed flocks of them, on top of King’s Cross and St Pancras, atop a variety of steeples, and bedecking many a passing parapet. How fabulous. In 2007, why on earth do we need to know so constantly which way the wind is blowing? Read More
When Jennie Erdal wrote her wonderful book about being a ghost writer she was widely condemned. While her role had been in the public domain, it was somehow ‘not done’ to draw such public attention to the deceit. I remember being disappointed as a child when I discovered that Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys were all ghost-written by the same syndicate. In art, it is widely known that many an old Master consists of some ‘Master’ and rather a lot of apprentices executing the draperies or scenery. Read More
