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More often than not, theatre critics bubble with enthusiasm about plays that are, when all is said and done, really pretty average.
One of the many joys of tongue-twisters is that they serve no purpose beyond fun.
One of the tricks of life is to have sense and money in roughly equal proportions.
Poets, for example, are generally considered starry-eyed and sensitive, but only by those who have never encountered one.
Some of the most untidy writers have also been the most productive. Iris Murdoch, for instance, wrote a good 30 books in a house strewn with rubbish.
The first thing I hear when I wake up is the sea, which is so close to our house that its reflections from the sun dapple our bedroom ceiling.
The news is increasingly full of mismatched people saying daft things to one another.
The only behaviour that is truly common is to avoid doing something because you think others might consider it common.
Tweeting is the go-to medium for the show-off and the shyster.
When I tell people I don't own a mobile phone and wouldn't know how to text, they react as though I have just confessed that I can't read.
Andrew Lloyd Webber is one of those odd moth-like creatures who seem to combine extreme discomfort with the spotlight with an unstoppable compulsion... →
Comedy is the slave of time. What seemed funny then is unlikely to seem funny now, just as what strikes us as funny now would not have seemed funny... →
How I hate the Beautiful Game! I hate its cry-baby players and its gruff, joyless managers, its blokish supporters and its sinister owners, its... →