Posted by Roger Boylan on Friday, January 27, 2012,
Happy 256th birthday to that great billiards player, imbiber, letter-writer, ladies' man and (oh yes) pretty good composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, known as WAM to his friends and admirers. I've been tending to ignore this blog, and to let commemorative occasions pass uncommemorated, but Mozart has given me so much pleasure, and will continue to do so to the end of my days--and will do so to generations yet unborn--that I had to say "Herzlichen Gluckwuensch, Maestro."
Posted by Roger Boylan on Monday, January 23, 2012,
Of all the drinking cultures I'm familiar with, and they are legion, England's is the booziest, not in the sense of actual amounts consumed but as a cultural phenomenon, one that celebrates intoxication, one--as an article in a recent issue of The Economist points out--refined and exalted by the upper, not working, classes. "Do you drink?" Jennie Jerome's American father asked her upper-class English suitor, Lord Randolph Churchill. "Of course I drink, man," snapped Lord Randolph. "I'm a gent... Continue reading ...
Posted by Roger Boylan on Monday, January 9, 2012,
Grey brick upon brick, Declamatory bronze On sombre pedestals - O'Connell, Grattan, Moore - And the brewery tugs and the swans On the balustraded stream And the bare bones of a fanlight Over a hungry door And the air soft on the cheek And porter running from the taps With a head of yellow cream And Nelson on his pillar Watching his world collapse.
This never was my town, I was not born or bred Nor schooled here and she will not Have me alive or dead But yet she holds my mind With her...