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The Encyclopaedia of Palaces When Versailles was built, this ridiculously grand palace, with acres of looking glass, gold and malachite had no water closet and King and servant alike often shat on the Pavonazza marble stairs. For me Venice is […]
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Continued… To enter The Encyclopedic Palace in the Giardini: I walk through the atrium of paintings by Carl Jung. Facsimiles of his drawings with greasy fingerprints intact, rather like the new publication of Nabakov’s coffee ringed manuscripts.The paintings are displayed […]
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My new flat is around the corner from the derelict irnmongers Martin & Newby that for a time housed in it’s lavatory the world’s oldest light bulb which burnt for 109 years.
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I’ve just bought a Reader’s Digest Atlas on eBay. It was one of the things I used to look at in my father’s study. I would look at the photographs of the rocks and minerals on black velvet backgrounds. Topaz […]
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Brighton pavillion was built for the Prince Regent so that he could dip his gouty foot into the sea and get pissed on gin in the garden. During the First World war the pavilion was again used for recuperation and […]
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Mag and Bet helped me to play Bingo. I sat on a table with them. Bet had a ‘Take a Break’ magazine and they had their own camping cutlery that they had brought with them. Mag filled my bonus bingo […]
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Anything to declare, ma’am? … Yes, this live, wriggling jewel-encrusted pet beetle brooch … Sorry ma’am, you don’t have the right paperwork, you need a PPQ form 526 It was an unlikely fashion accessory but the arrival of a jewel-encrusted […]
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A few years ago I saw a beautiful picture in my friend Mark’s gardening book. I thought then that it was the pencil trace of Tolstoy’s profile after death.
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The other night I watched The Conversation. I got hold of the film by asking the lovely, shy man in Video Heaven if he knew what I meant when I described a film where blood floats out of the toilet. […]
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Shackleton’s expedition sailed from Cape Royds hurriedly in 1909 as winter ice began forming in the sea, forcing them to leave some equipment and supplies, including the whisky, behind. However, no lives were lost. Shackleton’s whisky recovered from South Pole […]
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John the life model sits still for 3/4 of an hour examining the pipes with his engineering eye. John got a his uncles medal form the war office last week. When John was 14 he travelled by coach to the […]
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The studio is cold and bright today. I feel fuzzy in the head. The skip has gone and I still seem to be surrounded by a deep litter of clothes and embroidery thread, Haiti auction letters, brown tape, hot chocolate […]