The mask of celebrity

The mask of celebrity

So, just when I thought my life was all bread, bread, bread, I was asked by my good arty friends Dan Murrell of the New Statesman and Hugh Tisdale of Philosophy Football to dust off my quill and get scribbling again in support of their forthcoming exhibition in...
The price of bread

The price of bread

I’ve just been to my local food superstore (OK, it’s Sainsbury’s) to have a look at the bakery section, and I’ve come away with a sourdough loaf for £1.50. Two things strike me about this. First, the bread itself. It’s quite crusty, not overly so, and you get a few...
A grand day out at Adana HQ

A grand day out at Adana HQ

Just back from an expedition to Caslon Limited in St Albans, to have my Adana printing press serviced by the experts. I feel very lucky to have had the personal attention of Roy Caslon, a real enthusiast for letterpress printing, and to see the workshop where the...
From Burns to Gill

From Burns to Gill

The poem that accompanied this week’s bread is, of course, first and foremost a song, and as such it lives better in performance than on the page. And no performance, in my view, is better than Eddi Reader’s sublime interpretation — if you’ve never heard her sing...
Robert Frost, meet Frederic Goudy

Robert Frost, meet Frederic Goudy

This month’s poem, “Meeting and Passing”, is by one of the great American poets and one of my favourite poets of any nationality. It was first published in 1916, in Robert Frost’s third book, Mountain Interval, which is dedicated: “To You, who least need...
Spring is springing

Spring is springing

In the spring a middle-aged man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of how much bloody work there is to be done in the garden, as Tennyson so nearly wrote. OK, I know it’s not spring yet, officially — not until we’re at the equinox, whatever the Met Office argues. But...