Drexel Burnham Lambert, the New York bank credited with inventing the junk bond, was named yesterday as the new sponsors of the Turner Prize, the British art world's most important award.There was no surprise when the names of this year's Turner Prize winner was read out.
Michael Eavis's walkie-talkie squawked frantically as he supervised a truck unloading: 'There's no one on the gate.Outside the family farmhouse a contractor was button-holing passers-by: 'Do you know where the mobile cabins go?
To appreciate the immense emotional gulf between the British and the Continental experience of World War II you only have to compare two recent biographical films by directors now in their mid-50s - John Boorman's Hope and Glory and Louis Malle's Au Revoir Les Enfants (Curzon-Mayfair, PG).There is much that is universally human in Boorman's nostalgic film but there is also a general absence of 'Le Chagrin et la Pitie'.
I want to go there in the middle of the night, and I want to piss on the ashes.He then meets Sean Connery's streetwise veteran cop who not only wises him up but joins him as a wary mentor.
A Foreign Office spokesman said reports of the Ayatollah's comments were 'a matter for serious concern.The threat to Mr Rushdie's life is the latest twist in a saga of increasingly violent opposition to his book by Muslims who insist it is blasphemous about the prophet Mohammed.
England is a land of jokesters and rhymesters, where nothing is ever quite as it seems, even the weather managing to pull off a daily fast one, with double bluffs making for foggy conditions where none had been forecast, and low fronts wrecking mariners in a sudden squall.The structure of the book is as complex and doubling-back as the subject demands, with Charles Wychwood, the bewitched poet of our times, haunted by henna-haired Chatterton (himself best known, since the demise of interest in his middle-ages forgeries, as a beautiful suicide, painted by Henry Wallis in 1856, with George Meredith as the model for 'the marvellous boy').
But never more frequently than in our own id-addicted times and rarely as openly as by Helen Chadwick.Perhaps all that will change if Helen Chadwick wins the art world's most prestigious award, the Turner Prize, the Booker of Art.