I buy the same thing for lunch almost every day. An apple, a cheese sandwich (of the purest kind – cheese and bread, no butter) and a bottle of water. It is cheap and the cheese, the queso manchego, is delicious. I sit on a warm stone wall in the Plaza Santa Ana to eat my rudimentary sandwich and think of Hemingway.
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Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour revealed its list of the UK’s 100 most powerful women earlier this month, proving once more that it is entirely out of touch with the woman it claims to serve.
Ever wondered what it would be like to tour the London Science Museum while dressed as a cockroach…?
Richard, played by newcomer Jack Reynor, gets everything he wants without asking - often without even trying. A star rugby player, he is intelligent and socially adept, possessing a mature confidence that makes him the golden boy of his Dublin neighbourhood.
I saw Solange at XOYO in London this week. Here’s what I thought of it.
Few members of the audience had probably heard Solange’s music before October, when she released ‘Losing You’, a faultless, mellow sort-of dance track that has a brilliant bubbly drum beat and an equally brilliant video. Now 26, she has paired up with Dev Hynes (yes, that Dev Hynes, of great talent but terribly-named band), signed to independent label Terrible Records (run by Grizzly Bear’s Chris Taylor) and found an individual, authentic sound that fits her almost as well as her radically-patterned suit.
(You can read the full review here.)
I was fourteen years old and unsure about most things, including myself. It was a spring evening and I was going to a party, at a pub – or at least, in the garden of a pub. It was owned by the girl’s parents, and had a small caravan park out back, and a trampoline. This was where we drank cans of beer and felt so much older than we were.
While Tim Carroll’s all-male production of Twelfth Night offers a rare glimpse of an authentic Shakespeare, it falls short of convincing you that this is the way the play should be.
I saw The Amazing Spider-Man last weekend, and it was EXCELLENT. I should explain that this is very high praise coming from me because I’m not really a fan of comic-book movies, and I did not enjoy the films with Tobey Maguire. (Actually I don’t remember the films with Tobey Maguire, but that can’t be a good sign.)
I will, however, definitely remember Garfield as Peter Parker/Spidey. Parker skates (he’s super fun!), he likes science (he’s cleverer than you but not a dick about it!), and sews his own costume (he’s sensitive but also practical!). If Spidey had been played by anyone else I might not have enjoyed it as much. Scratch that, I definitely wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much. I knew Garfield was a talented actor (he is heart-breaking in Never Let Me Go) but he was so good in this film I think I’m actually looking forward to the next instalment in the revamped franchise.
Due to a long and complicated series of events we ended up paying £13 to watch the film in 3D; I wish I could say it was so good that it was worth it, but I probably wouldn’t think a film was worth £13 even if I was actually in it. However, The Amazing Spider-Man was almost worth it. Almost.