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Book on my Christmas list

Its the nicely titled ‘Riding with Rilke’ by Ted Bishop. Here’s (what I think is) the opening paragraph: It wasn’t a mid-life crisis: it was mid-life money. I had inherited some cash and was desperately afraid I would do something … Continue reading

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Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (2008)

I finally saw this bio directed by Alex Gibney. It has a strange aesthetic – busy backgrounds, constant music track, very ‘live’ looking interviews that all did not make me feel very close to Thompson. However, one or two figures … Continue reading

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The last night of the Proms

I looked away, I felt sick. I was watching David Cronenberg’s Naked Lunch, with typewriters turning into ghastly monsters dripping foul fluid. After the end late tonight, I turned on the radio to blow away the nightmare images and I … Continue reading

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