He announced with a flourish: “And the winning team is… Cheese and Crackers.”
Apparently they had come first a few times before. Evidently a clever bunch. 3/3
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Hi Steve,
I hope you don’t mind me messaging you but thought you might find this vaguely amusing.
My wife and I are on a trip up North to her hometown, Clitheroe.
We decided to do a pub quiz last night, and had our usual argument about what team name to use. 1/
I suggested “Cheese and Crackers” in tribute to our favourite Inside Number 9 episode… but she rejected it outright, saying no-one in the pub would get it. So we went for something else.
Anyway, it came to the point where the quizmaster revealed the results. 2/
Mantel is also brilliant on relations between women - she (implicitly) asks the question, why wouldn’t all women be lesbians given how emotionally defunct men are? And the answer is more complicated than biology, but not for everyone.
But it’s also about the huge, wide, rich emotional landscape that is barely accessible to men. We can glimpse it on the edge of our vision but it’s alien to us and just doesn’t really correspond to how we talk to each other.
Am halfway through Hilary Mantel’s Beyond Black - and am genuinely devastated that I will never be able to tell her how good I think it is. Although, given it’s all about mediums, perhaps I can…
But her women are so incredibly acute, it’s painful. And Beyond Black is (for me) really about the pains and advantages of being a woman. It’s in some ways horribly sad, about the sadness that seeps through generations, from the dead into the living.
I admired rather than loved Wolf Hall. I wasn’t quite sure what my reservation was, but now I wonder if it’s that her male characters (including, maybe especially, Thomas Cromwell) aren’t quite right.
It’s given me some genuine tingle moments - like reading a book as a teenager, the sorts of feelings you tend not to get as a middle-aged adult. She captures the London-orbiting Home Counties brilliantly, capturing the M25’s aspirational deadnesses.
Am doing the washing up listening to one of Geoffrey Hill’s lectures as Oxford professor of poetry - and am about to return to Pericles (whose non-Shakespearean bits are much worse than I remembered). Combined with family and carols, this is not far off my perfect Xmas Eve
Ali Smith’s Autumn is the first book I’ve read in a while that I just *inhaled*. I’m a pretty slow reader these days - I don’t have much spare time to myself, so I try to choose really good books and savour every word.
Autumn is a very good book, but it’s also written quite journalistically - you can tell it was drafted quickly around a couple of key ideas (and I suspect augmented with things seen on TV along the way) and not too heavily revised, and so it zips along.
#NP6Music@freshnet is tonight playing the best selection of tunes I’ve heard on the radio for about 20 years. Bragg, Radiohead, Kate Bush, Nick Drake, Sebastien Tellier... all songs that break your heart but heal your soul.
There is no division at all. The N is not exactly the same but it’s not that different. The election had a lot more to do with Corbyn than it did with immigration.
The main thing I noticed tonight was that friendship groups in London and the SE are truly multicultural now. I can’t speak for the rest of the country, but people from different ethnic groups are very very comfortable with each other around London.