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I was away last week at a workshop on nuclear records. This took place in Lancashire, or what I like to call “the south” to annoy Lancastrians, and Margaret came with me to share the driving (public transport in the UK just now not being what you’d call dependable). With perfect timing, this coincided with […] 
I’ve been reading Moby-Dick again, one of my all-time favourite gloomy novels (of which I have a surprisingly large number). But what I didn’t know was that academics have recently discovered an early draft, an unfinished manuscript in which Melville evidently first set the novel in the herring fishing, and not that of the whale. […] 
If you remember, I had my flu and covid shots last week, one in each arm (from a nurse who apparently developed her technique driving in fence posts back on the farm) and unfortunately one of them—I’m guessing the flu vaccine, from the symptoms—gave rise to minor complications. They’re passing slowly, for which relief […] 
Well, it’s been quite a week: a CT scan of my sinuses, handing over a gansey to the Fishermen’s Mission (more on that next week), a talk on ganseys, and the double-header of a flu and covid jag on Saturday, all in the teeth of the sort of wind and rain I usually associate with […] 
Come gather round, O best beloveds, for to hear the story of how the Norse gods of old stole the mead of poetry from the jötunn (or giant) Suttungr, and why there are so many bad poets in the world. Like so many Norse myths it’s a dark tale of deception, betrayal and murder; […] |
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