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Writer, opinionista, essayist, perfumista, picker-up of unconsidered trifles, contributor to all sorts and conditions of publication from the Daily Mail to New Humanist, devoté of Pliny Maior, author of The Chronicles of Bargepole, Big Babies and Lost Worlds, currently working with the great Mike Stoller (of Leiber & Stoller) on a musical about Oscar Wilde. Teach the occasional spot of Tragedy to keep my eye in. Pilot, harpsichordist, cook, photographer, red-hot lover  and self-deluding old goat.

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    Friday
    Nov262010

    Twizzled.

    Bernard Matthews gobbled his last on Thanksgiving Day. Let's raise a glass of centrifuge-rendered hormone-rich turkey-fat (see picture below, top left) to his memory. As it were.


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