The only sense we

The only sense we still respect is eyesight, probably because it is so closely attached to the brain. Go into any American house at random, you will find something – a plastic flower, false tiles, some imitation something – something which can be appreciated as material only if apprehended by eyesight alone. Don’t we go … Read more

Goodness gracious me,” exclaimed

Goodness gracious me,” exclaimed Alexia, “what are you wearing? It looks like the unfortunate progeny of an illicit union between a pair of binoculars and some opera glasses. What on earth are they called, binocticals, spectaculars?” The earl snorted his amusement and then tried to pretend he hadn’t. “How about glassicals?” he suggested, apparently unable … Read more

I’ve always been scared

I’ve always been scared of advertising folk. I’ve met them at parties and I’ve been to their offices and I’ve always found them intimidatingly cool. At one company I visited, they held their meetings in a caravan that had somehow been installed in the place, a rather more exotic place to gather than the typical … Read more