My mind is steeped in the mad and self-referential world of conspiracy theories at the moment, as I try to make a way through to something coherent. So this great cartoon from last week’s New Yorker nailed it for me.
A day late, but hey. It’ll be worth it. But whatever you do, don’t use this for your GCSE history revision. [If you have done your revision, you’ll see why]. Having read this, how will you ever be able to confuse the Reformation and the Restoration again? What’s more, whoever thought we’d need Hilary Mantel to bring this era to life?
Anyway, thought I would dedicate one or two Friday Funs to the sublime brilliance that its 1066 and All That. So let’s dive in straightaway, with Henry 6th and his 8 wives. Or was that the other way round? (more…)
Every blogger needs to feel the love. But it’s a dangerous pursuit. And sometimes, we need help to get over our hangups.
I can’t remember who told me about these, but they’re fab. The Open University Religious Studies is obviously plugging its wares – but fair enough. The results are wonderful and very useable in all kinds of places I suspect – wryly humoured animation with the added bonus is the wonderfully-suited satirical voice of David Mitchell. (more…)
The last New Yorker of September was the annual cartoon edition – with some genuine chuckle-worthy moments.
Many of them pick up on the rigours and absurdities of US politics, what with the Presidential debates and elections next month, n’ all. (more…)
It speaks for itself...
Oops – I’ve not done a Friday Fun for a couple of months. Terribly sorry, dear reader. Anyway, here are a couple of perfectly formed little numbers from recent New Yorkers – including this very week’s edition – how up to date is that?!
Anyway, I’m sure we all need a bit of help with our relationships. Here’s a little nudge in the right direction for the cause of improved male-female communication…
Haven’t done a Friday Fun for a couple of months – oops. So thought i’d share something from a lovely Christmas present I received – a 1942 printing of Harry Graham’s 1930 classic, More Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes. It doesn’t get much darker or blasé than this. Just the ticket to keep morale up during the Blitz no doubt. (more…)