Who is Michael Dobbs? No, no, not that English one, I mean, the American journalist one! Let me explain. Yesterday was the height of the social season here in downtown Milborne Port - the annual Church fete - need I say more? I tootled across and eventually returned with an enormous and delicious coffee cream sponge cake (and I urgently need to find the name of the village lady who made it because I want her to have my babies) and an intriguing book written by Mr. Michael Dobbs and titled One Minute to Midnight. It is, or purports to be, an almost minute to minute history of the Cuban missile crisis. Yesterday I only had the chance to read 17 pages but it is already quite clear that Bobby Kennedy was a raving loony and his much quieter, elder brother was also a few sandwiches short of a picnic! Now that is why I am appealing to my American pals to let me know how far I can trust Mr. Dobbs' version of events.
"It's too damned hot!" Approximately eight weeks late "the sun has put his hat on, hip, hip hooray" and about bloody time, too! I frequently repeat myself - oh, you've noticed! - but even I am sick of hearing me moaning endlessly about the non-stop rain. It's such a relief today to go out and complain to the neighbours about how hot it is.
At least Paul Klee never used a mirror: Following on from my little artistic foray yesterday in the company of Paul Klee, today I visit the greatest of the great masters, Rembrandt, courtesy of an intriguing article at The Weekly Standard. I always think of Rembrandt as the Shakespeare of painting, particularly having viewed some of his self portraits:
Now, someone is suggesting that he used mirrors and the laws of optics to reproduce his face on a canvas so that all he had to do was trace over the image. The same has been said of Vermeer whose 'skill' with perspective is extraordinary, just look at the candelabra hanging from the ceiling, executed to perfection:
Don't ask me whether they 'cheated' or not because I do not know and I do not care. Rembrandt's self portraits as an aging man are simply superb.
Right, I'm off to Alice Springs: Taking a short break from back-breaking, slave labour in my huge 0.17 acre garden, I sat down and watched some 'telly'. By accident I came across The Kangaroo Sanctuary near Alice Springs run by a chap with the improbable name of Brolga. Now, as a rule, I don't do animal programmes. I work on the basis that most animals bite you from one end and do unspeakable things from the other! However, I was entranced and my admiration for Brolga is huge. Click on the link for more info or use your 'catch-up-thingie' to watch it. It was on BBC2 this afternoon.
Damned guns and now damned stats: In case you miss it, 'Antiquarian' has added an interesting comment to the discussion on gun laws down below.
Will 'Mrs McWhinge' really have a veto on Brexit? There have been some strong indications but it might be wise to await events. I would suggest that if 'St. Theresa' lets the Jocks veto Brexit then her premiership will end shortly there-after!
No more rumbles today