There's always been something compelling about Princess Anne. It is the combination of shocking rudeness – especially to the public when they are proffering gifts, the time-warp fashions and seventies bouffant, and the below-stairs new husband who now seems to be entirely hidden away.
Posted at 10:59 BST, 14th August 2010.
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I haven't managed to add a links page to this site, but there's a few fantastic blogs that I'd to add. Ok, so these people are all friends, but I think you'll find their sites as addictive as I do.
Posted at 23:57 BST, 27th July 2010.
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Everybody sing Ee-Oo," orders the clean-cut singer at the front of the vast auditorium. Ten thousand Californian voices sing back in a stadium rock call and response. A reptilian rock veteran, who looks like he's been out too long in the West Coast Sun, crunches out a bed of power-chords on his Gibson Les Paul. A familiar chord progression - borrowed somewhere from the back catalogue of eighties soft rock – begins. Ecstatically, the singer launches into a Rock anthem that, for once, is true to its name: "If you're alive and you've been redeemed, rise and sing, rise and sing".
Tagged: New Statesman
Posted at 23:16 BST, 27th July 2010.
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It is not quite as painful as the sub-zero Peak District training runs of his youth, but tonight Sebastian Coe is learning about a new kind of physical discomfort.
Tagged: Interviews for the Financial Times , Financial Times Reportage
Posted at 23:09 BST, 24th May 2010.
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Every March, American students leave their university campuses and head off for Spring Break – a weeklong recess that marks the unofficial end of winter
Tagged: Financial Times Reportage
Posted at 20:38 BST, 3rd May 2010.
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I'm just back from a frentic trip from Shining Sea to Shining Sea - dipping my toe in the Pacific and the Atlantic and exposed my whey pallor to some gorgeous Floridian and Californian sunshine. My insane travel schedule meant that had lots of time as I looked at nothingness/shack/nothingness/chapel/nothingness/boiled peanut stand to ruminate on cultural differences between Britain and America. I made a mental note of all the things that, despite globalisation, we have yet to import from Stateside.
Posted at 01:04 GMT, 21st March 2010.
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And so for the first film experience of the New Year I trudged through the arctic waste to the Barbican centre - passed those strange hothouses full of South American greenery – to a half-empty but incredibly comfortable cinema to see "Nowhere Boy".
Posted at 12:10 GMT, 5th January 2010.
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Rob Blackhurst