Category Archive: British And American

Ye Great Olde Dickens Challenge

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‘Get what you’re given and like it’ is a favourite phrase of my mother’s, and one that she used to herald every childhood over-cooked fruit cake of bizarre item of clothing bought in… Continue reading

I Hope Adam And Eve Had A Nailbrush

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There are some parts of Paradise lost that are quite entertaining, mainly the bits involving the devil. Although, Samuel Johnson didn’t think so. He said “Paradise Lost is a book that, once put… Continue reading

Ingenious ways with scarves for better house-keeping and a happier life.

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That Mrs Ramsey’s charm is universally irresistible, is hard to dispute. After all, even old Mr Carmichael succumbs when presented with a second bowl of her delicious soup. I’d like to propose that… Continue reading

George Eliot knew her onions

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George Eliot knew people. She wrote men and women as deeply and equally well as each other. Not everyone can do that, some men write female shadows, some women write stereotypical men, but… Continue reading

Happy Birthday Virginia Woolf!

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Virginia Woolf would have been 133 today, the 25th January, the anniversary of her birth. I thought I’d celebrate the date by making her the first author that I’d knit for my 2015… Continue reading

When I die, please scatter my ashes in the Oxfam bookshop.

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As it really is one of my favourite places in Aberdeen. Although, it seems likely I will then just be vacuumed up by a rather put-out staff member, who certainly didn’t volunteer with… Continue reading

Byronic vs Bionic

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It’s Byron’s birthday! He’s 227! I’m quite fond of Byron, I used to live very near to his house at Newstead. I used to wander around the abbey a lot, looking at his… Continue reading

Burn, Baby, Burn, like a Dystopian Inferno!

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Reading Arthur Miller’s ‘Death of a Salesman’ in 2015 is like checking the timetable of a ship that’s long since sailed. If the seeds of style superceding substance, and being well-liked carrying more… Continue reading

Run! It’s the ghost of Anne Brontë!

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As if one typo in a grave is bad enough, imagine five. FIVE! When Charlotte Brontë went to see her sister’s grave in St Mary’s churchyard, Scarborough, she ordered it to be refaced,… Continue reading

The one in which Thomas Hardy sets fire to a cat

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I’m currently reading ‘Tess of The D’Urbervilles’ and it is the most infuriating novel imaginable. I keep having to take breathers and feverishly pace the room to dissipate my frustration at both the… Continue reading