Showing posts with label Norwich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Norwich. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Johny Depp's gone mad

According to this story, he's sick of his LA lifestyle, whatever that is, and is moving to the lovely town pictured below. It's in another country! Personally, I love Norwich but I'm sure his net worth of $400 million will permit him, his wife and their doggies, to live there better than I have ever done. Don't get me wrong, dorms are great, even at my age. He could even make an offer on Sandringham, only 40 miles from Norwich, which is owned by Queen Elizabeth. And her corgies.
Alternatively, and the "alternate lifestyle" seems to be that which he seeks, he could teach some courses at NILE, a teacher training institution that has made the city well-known all over the world. I wonder if that's how JD heard of Norwich in the first place.

Let us hope that his wife has fewer problems importing their corgies (or whatever they have) than she did in Australia. QEII might intervene even if the sale of Sandringham doesn't go through. It'd be terrible if the Depps had to make another video like this one.



Sunday, September 01, 2013

Meetings

After my usual Red Lion Sunday roast, I trod the familiar path to the beer garden at the Playhouse Theatre. Unusually full it seemed to me. Had to interlope on a table where sat three people huddled around two Macs. The young man of the trio, c.25 was inscrutably handsome. I silently questioned his responsibility as a bearer of such beauty. And arrived at a title, The Duty of Beauty, which as Google reminds us, you can never be the first anymore. What to do with title? Not sure. Any suggestions?

Tother end of table, a chap reading. Just finishing a book called Environmental Philosophy. The question at hand being whether or not philosophy can be extended to the rest of the world, that is, the non-human part of it – plants and animals etc. As I was reading Wittgenstein's Poker at the same table, we got chatting. Lo! He's Australian and moved to UEA to do his masters. Conversation was choppy and he fled.

Do I scare them, bore them, or make them feel uncomfortable? I don't know what lessons I missed at charm school, but I certainly set all potentially interesting people in flight mode.