The world is endangered yet again, then saved by a man in a dinner jacket. That’s basically the story line of every James Bond film since Dr No in 1962 – but No time to die is different.
Jacqui and I went to watch the film in a near-deserted auditorium last week – a midweek, early afternoon showing. And if you are planning to see the film, you will be relieved to know that I won’t be giving anything away. No spoiler alert needed.
I remember going to the Odeon cinema (as
Suddenly I was confronted with a signpost showing two opposite directions, not what I was expecting as I walked the second leg of the Sandstone trail this Monday. Disconcertingly I was being asked to decide between two alternative routes to the next stage.
By and large we don’t like making decisions. As essayist, Edward Dahlberg helpfully points out: “Every decision you make is a mistake.” So we procrastinate, we delay our decision, we kick the can even further down the
Twice in as many weeks our day-to-day plans have been entirely disrupted by covid. As it happens, not by us having covid– we continue to stay well; also our booster jab is scheduled for tomorrow. Not our daughters, but our granddaughters. Or more precisely, our granddaughters’ friends. So there is a knock-on effect as our daughters seek to contain the risk of their elderly parents being infected by the highly-virulent delta variant running through the family. So we keep our
This Wednesday, while visiting Cambridge, we found ourselves virtually alone in the medieval splendour of King’s College chapel. So I was able to give a close inspection of this truly remarkable building, seeing things which would normally escape attention.
One in particular, the entrance to one of the 18 side chapels – which I promptly photographed. Illuminated by the 16th century stained glass windows, the step of white Tadcaster limestone had been worn down, some four i