Magdalen Nabb

Magdalen Nabb

Died recently, obits and probably elsewhere give a flavour of her work.

I am pleased to share a birth county, Lancashire, and a birth year with her, 1947. However, the real joy for me is her creation of Marshal Guarnaccia. He has given us so much pleasure. Italian crime before it was either profitable or popular, pace Leon and Dibdin. I really appreciated his ability to get into the humanity of the criminal and the crime.

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi; as old mother church would have it!

With a name like that of course she had to be a left footer.

Let me count the days!

You might like to count the days.

Its official or backwards! Otherwise I guess there are thousands of them out there.

One thought occurs to me and the counters in their precision demonstrate it. Some parts of the country will be celebrating before others! Party Party!

In the meantime -

I know they are meant to be satirical but not unkind; what the hell!

Alberto Gonzales thought liberty
a touch flibbertigibbety.
He allowed the use
of torture lite and rights abuse.

It’s Official!

We took advantage of the sun, the official holiday weekend, and the fact that we were in the same location to avail ourselves of LEEZURE consisting of the viewing of gardens, peg looms, churches, paintings, pubs and drinking beer, being accosted by school chums, wine tasting, a Lebanese rosé which I must return to and George Thomas and all his works and pomps. Here he is in his glory.

We saw him in a small messuage in a local village. Look it up! You surely have a dictionary?

Cautionary Tales for Young Economists

A hot and sticky day spent in the middle of England in the company of moneylenders and lawyers.

Remember, I am an altruist and wish to make the world a better place for me to live in!

Paul pulls Steve's leg about default rates. Emotional temperature in room rises by about 500 degrees Kelvin. Its a boys' thing. It looks a bit stickier.

A flash in my mind, I know not from where, and in the stentorian strains, which I can do occasionally, I enunciate clearly:-

"Let him who is without default cast the first stone!"

We've all been there. Emotional temperature in room falls by about 500 degrees Kelvin.
Back to work.