WEATHER IS HELL…
Blenheim Literary Festival, Oxford
******** If someone had commissioned me, or Picasso, or Turner to creat a more miserable, bleak, wet, cold, grey morning, I don’t think any amount of money or digital affects could realistically reflect what’s staring in at me right now through my windows…
So thank goodness for the festival - a production of Midsummer’s Night Dream to kick off the last day of the festival, Simon Callow on Orson Welles, Maureen Lipman as a jazz baby and Blenheim itself to counter the grimness.
































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A FLAWLESS END-OF-FESTIVAL TOAST… SUNDAY, OCTOBER 14, 18.27PM
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FROM THE RIDICULOUS TO THE SUBLIME… SUNDAY, OCTOBER 14, 15.23PM
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THE RAT PACK FOR THE STAIRLIFT GENERATION… SUNDAY, OCTOBER 14, 14.23PM
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JEEVES WOULD APPROVE… SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13, 18.31PM
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QUALITY NOT QUANTITY… SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13, 15.28PM
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WELL YOU WOULD, WOULDN’T YOU…? SATURDAY, OCT 13, 13.15PM
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WELL, I DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING… FRIDAY, OCTOBER 12, 17.55PM