21 Years in a Flannel Shirt

2012 Hull Politics graduate, work for a Labour MP in Westminster, flit up to West Lancs when possible.

You will find a lot of these two here:

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From Jim’s Twitter: “Why would I move my morning call from 7:30am to 6:00am?”

amandapalmerphotos:

Amanda listening to Neil read for her and Neil listening to Amanda read for him.

From An Evening with Amanda and Neil in Seattle, WA at the Moore Theatre.

Photo by - Jennifer Lydick
Wednesday, November 9, 2011

These kinds of pictures of these two are my favourite kind. If you haven’t, you should read Amanda’s latest blog, on Neil’s new book, and love, and marriage, and art.

“And for a second I felt like what it must feel like when I’m on stage playing “the bed song” and someone snaps a picture of Neil a few feet away, looking at me.”

The Question of Attribution. 'If something is not what it claims to be, what is it'?

Sir Anthony: Even the most brilliant forgery, in time, comes to seem old-fashioned.
The Queen: Interesting. I suppose too, a context of the painting matters - its history and 'province', is that the word... 'This can't be a forgery, it's in such and such a collection, it's background and pedigree are impeccable. Besides it has been vetted by the experts', isn't that how the argument goes? So if anyone comes across a painting with the right background and pedigree, sir Anthony, it must be hard I imagine, even inconceivable to think that it's not what it claims to be. And even supposing that someone is such circumstances did have suspicions, they would be chary about voicing them. Easier to leave things as they are - stick with the official attribution, rather than let the cat out of the bag and say 'yeah, we have a fake'.

Lecher though one is - or aspires to be - it occurs to me that the lot of woman cannot be easy, who must suffer such inexpert male fumblings, virtually on a daily basis.

Dakin - The History Boys (via bearingmypoordiction)

placetnemagistra:

Graham Chapman’s memorial service (extended version, with Cleese, Palin and Idle. Other Pythons, Jonathan Miller and Alan Bennett, looking white as a sheet, visible in the congregation).

Much is quite rightly made of how legendarily upsetting Jim Henson’s funeral was, with the Muppets singing. Because I am a pasty British cynic who is far more easily upset by visible repression of emotion, I find this a lot more harrowing.

ETA: Sue Vertue production managed the film of this, what the hell.

What an exemplary group of people remembering a top notch fella.