They haven't come to work, they've come to retire, to rest.In a funny sort of way the whole philosophy fitted into my Methodist upbringing, the peace and sense of social justice.
Shaw, who cordially loathed the Elizabethans, once suggested a statue be erected at Deptford to 'the benefactor of the human species who exterminated Marlowe'.He based his modest proposal on a dislike of the dramatist's 'clumsy horseplay and butcherly rant'.
In a taxi afterwards, he mutely pointed to the signs of various charities adorning the inside of the car: 'Help the blind', 'Save the starving', 'Mercy for the mutilated'; they seemed to sing an answer to his call.I had an early book savaged by an older Irish poet, and Beckett was relentless: 'Don't answer, they're not worth it.
Grenville Davey was £20,000 richer when he left the Tate Gallery last night after winning the Turner Prize, though to critics and the average punter there was little to choose between the artists on this year's shortlist.The announcement came as a shock.
I've just come out of a three-hour deliberation - to select the winner of the Turner Prize.In the end, predilections are informed by a complex of factors, most of them not amenable to glib verbalisation.
Grenville Davey, the sculptor, was announced last night as the eighth winner of the £20,000 Turner Prize.He emerged from a distinguished shortlist, made up of the sculptor Alison Wilding, the conceptual artist Damien Hirst, and the graphic artist David Tremlett.
First things first and that means Joan Armatrading.I've always liked her but nothing had prepared me for her performance at the Glastonbury Festival on Saturday.
I couldn't - my then paper the Oxford Mail's coverage area didn't quite stretch to Birmingham.If so, one could at least go there, stand on the concrete and say, 'Sorry, this used to be Sarehole'.
This year, Glastonbury was a festival which had that old-fashioned kind of feel.A line-up straight from the 1960s had the 80,000-strong crowd in Somerset bopping and clapping.