From Blindingham Hall: Rogers discovers the Proms

From the blog of Blindingham Hall, jointly written by Catherine Rose and me… I recommend reading from the beginning… Letters the Third and Fourth: From Rogers to Lady Effingham; and from Lady Effingham to Rogers Dear Lady Effingham, I have to … Continue reading

From Blindingham Hall; Rogers discovers classical music

From the blog of Blindingham Hall, jointly written by Catherine Rose and me… Letters the First and Second From Rogers to Lady Effingham, and from Lady Effingham to Rogers Dear Lady Effingham, Please forgive the size of my presumption. I … Continue reading

Musical Tourism – Part 1

Listening to folk, ethnic or world music in a concert hall will always remind me of Gardeners’ Question Time. GQT, as it is known to its adoring fans, will always be populated by questions concerning a particular plant, whose name … Continue reading

Welcome to Hell Part 2: Death and Transfiguration

You might be familiar with C.S.Lewis’s Narnia Chronicles; you might indeed be sufficiently conversant with them to know the plot of the final book, The Last Battle. While I don’t find myself sympathising with its teleological* narrative, it is nonetheless … Continue reading

Welcome to Hell Part 1: the descent into darkness

Turkish football has a certain reputation amongst English football fans. If your team is fortunate enough to be playing in European football, there’s always a certain frisson when you hear that your team has been drawn against the three legendary … Continue reading

Something for the weekend, Sir? The Turkish Bath finale

Calm… calm… Naked man. Soaking man. Dog bowl. Peştemal. Ortan. I think that probably brings you up to date with parts one and two. Any questions? Ortan stirred me from my dog-bowl supported meditation. As discreet as a Turkish Jeeves, … Continue reading

Something for the weekend, Sir? A Turkish Bath part 2

(For obvious reasons, all photos in this blog are taken from the internet; I didn’t take my camera in with me…) You left me, dear reader, clad in a peştemal and trying to suck my stomach in whilst essaying a … Continue reading