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Sometime novelist: Philip Kazan. It’s better to burn out than it is to rust, and I wish somebody had told me that when I chose the rust option.
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There’s a hosta nursery fairly near me in Devon that sells a garlic concentrate as their infallible slug repellant. I haven’t tried it but if a Devon hosta grower uses it, it has to be good (slugs the size of Rhodesian Ridgebacks down here)
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Have you read any Mark Mazower? His book on Salonika is marvellous
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My grandfather called himself a Roman. A ‘Romios.’
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Yeah that was a niche concern mostly pursued by nobles and intellectuals in Istanbul and Wallachia and beyond. Fililki Eteria was founded in 1814, in Odessa. For most ‘Greeks’ the rallying point was still the Patriarch of Constantinople and the focus was nostalgia for Byzantium.
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I am also at that point.
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(I’m starting to admire the Ottoman Empire, or aspects of it, quite a lot recently, which would have had me beheaded by my fustanella-wearing ancestors)
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Also not quite accurate to talk about ‘Greeks’ in the modern sense. The unifying entity was the Patriarchate of Constantinople and Christian Greek-speakers were nostalgic for Byzantium, at least until the end of the 1700s and Romantic Nationalism. Even then that mostly happened outside ‘Greece.'
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Oh gosh… what a thing it is. I personally find the mechanics of care fairly straightforward - so far - but the psychological aspect is absolutely crushing.
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It’s rough, isn't it? I cope very badly with repetition anyway, but having my own love of music fed relentlessly through this distorting, very dark lens, deprives me of one of the tools I lean on heavily to get myself through it all. Plus I’m starting to think, ‘what if she’s right?’ Aaagh...
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This is nothing to do with the anniversary of D Day, by the way. It’s every day. Relentless. Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy: “There they are, all of them, dead.” All perfectly cheerful.
Alzheimer’s is, quite literally, a nightmare.
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What. About. The Ukrainians.
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Sorry it happened to you too!
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Innit
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The assault was rehearsed on this almost identical bridge on the A379 on the outskirts of Exeter, which I drive across on the regular.
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Forked tail? I saw a kite near Bodmin the other day so they are spreading. Amazing things.
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JOHN LENNON: I read the news today, oh boy...
ME: Great, another fucking hot take incoming
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So much understand.
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1 (‘both’ = ‘all’)
2 In a parallel universe it 100% is a Mogwai instrumental
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If it makes you feel like shit and affects how you want to live your life, it’s proper and serious. IMHO.
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Oof. Sorry. But it’s a thing, though, isn't it? When my sister comes down to give me a break from caring for my mum, I make all sorts of plans to do things I can’t normally do, but instead my ME washes in like an extremely dull tsunami.
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For most of my life I, and my cousin, who was the same height as me, thought we were 6 foot tall because we were an inch taller than my dad, who was 5’11”. Turned out he was 5’9.5” and we’d been living a lie.
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Oh wait, I forgot: had a daughter who married the king of Yugoslavia. But still.
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I love the fact that the one thing that nearly brought down the ‘Greek’ royal family before 1974 was Alexander having the temerity to marry an actual Greek (although a monkey bite killed him before he could pollute the Germanic bloodline).
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It’s my professionally half-Greek duty to remind everyone that Prince Philip didn’t have a single Greek blood cell: he was Danish-German. Still a bally foreigner, obviously.
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Trump wouldn’t want me to share this so let’s make sure it’s EVERYWHERE!
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That’s really awful. I used to post and review on Basenotes for a while - I love the writing on there! - and yes, it’s the best resource for perfume and also sort of a micro-world. Fragrantica doesn’t cut it.
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When you say ‘people’ do you mean the German people? Because they were absolutely paralysed by fear right up until the Surrender. And when you say ‘lucky breaks’ do you mean monumental strategic blunders by the Nazis coupled with strategic excellence and industrial superiority from the Allies?
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The bistecca is excellent. We call it etna style. 1 minute each side on the volcano. If you eat it before the volcano eats you, it’s free.
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Me, understanding what pyrocastic flows means: “your finest bottle of wine, please, and as quick as you possibly can"
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Still feeling the effects of last night’s chimken bender?
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Which is obviously why this development has passed me by unnoticed…
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Ironically that was probably the next hotel up or down the coast.
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And I can’t WAIT for the A38 to start carrying all those heavy lorries.
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She didn’t know she had to ask for ‘tzips’ with everything.
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The road down from Lee Moor is already a trip! Our infrastructure is nowhere near ready for heavier industry.
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Yeah, I think I may do that this time around. I managed to get through my last tribunal, and won, basically on pure rage but I have less energy now...
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Thank god I’m not alone in this!