Tag Archives: Shakespeare
Is it worth having an intellectual education- or is work the best university
I spent a good part of a morning last week in the FT, talking with journalists about pensions but also about the predicament the children of parents have, once they’ve graduated. It doesn’t surprise me that the paper bemoans the … Continue reading
Tending wanted growth, weeding where needed; the policy maker’s a gardener
Policy-making as gardening Policy-makers must be more like gardeners than mechanics says Chris Dillow “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” said George Santayana. Such has been the fate of Sir Keir Starmer, who recently said: … Continue reading
Simon Carne – ‘I learned to write’
Yesterday, a few hours before I went into my current isolation, I got a mail from Simon Carne. I know I was not alone, this is what my friend Con Keating wrote me Henry I thought this … Continue reading
Kiss me Kate-Upcraft!
This is my friend and most admired business colleague Kate Upcraft, upright, outspoken upholder of the truth in all things payroll. I thought of her last night – as I watched the Globe’s production of the Taming of the Shrew. … Continue reading
It’s a kind of magic! The black and white of imagination.
If I could have set out to define the poles of theatrical experience, I couldn’t have done much better than to choose Kit Harington’s Dr Faustus and the Globe’s production of Midsummer Night’s Dream. First performed within a couple of … Continue reading
Was Shakespeare a crack-head?
The Plowman’s been like a pig in shit these past few days. I can’t run on the Radio without hearing someone singing or declaiming Shakespeare. The TV’s packed with programmes on the Bard and on Sunday I did the … Continue reading
I wanna tell you a story
Every picture tells a story, this blog is about storytelling. Some people don’t like stories, they think they’re tricky – like the photo. But good stories surprise you because they make you see things in a different way, they help … Continue reading
Lear- third age monarch- fourth age fool?
That Debora Price talk really got to me. Gone my cosy vision of a comfy third age, supplanted by nightmare dotage and dementia. The last time I really confronted the issue of growing really old was when I was involved in … Continue reading