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Howell Harris
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Retired (US, business & technology) historian. Twitter escapee. Hope this doesn't go the same way. Welsh & European. Durham resident. Gardener & cyclist.
Nice review of Lodge’s work here — thecritic.co.uk/seriously-fu.... I really enjoyed his _Nice Work_ and the very good TV adaptation too. I skipped departmental evening meetings to watch it.
Seriously funny | John Self | The Critic Magazine
David Lodge’s achievement was to appeal to almost everyone who was interested in contemporary British fiction
thecritic.co.uk
November 10, 2025 at 11:04 PM
Need to send some spare copies to Gaza (& Ukraine).
November 10, 2025 at 7:49 PM
The chatbots will invent new prisoners to release & lose whose crimes are not a public priority & whose ethnic background is not problematic.
November 10, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Going to sue in a Florida court, apparently. For once London is not the venue of choice for a libel suit.
November 10, 2025 at 7:43 PM
Chatbots will be able confidently to invent prisoners who don’t exist.
November 10, 2025 at 7:41 PM
You’re moonlighting under an assumed name, Mr Hutton. This bit of loopy satire is well worth reposting under your own name: thecritic.co.uk/lessons-for-....
Lessons for restoration from the Wiltshire wilderness | Bijan Omrani | The Critic Magazine
Why is a Mayfair think-tank marching its members up a rain-sodden hill in the middle of deepest Wiltshire? Why are they tromping through the wind and mud with a tweed-clad Sir Jacob Rees-Mogg in…
thecritic.co.uk
November 10, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Years go by when I never even visit a doctor, so my National Insurance contributions & other taxes from which the NHS is funded were totally wasted. Except on other family members, who were not so lucky. And then, when I needed the NHS to save my eyesight or deal with a life-threatening emergency…
November 10, 2025 at 6:29 PM
“Frozen in fear” is their comfort zone, the only place where they think they know what they’re doing (cowering, comes naturally).
November 10, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Read David Lodge’s great campus novel _Changing Places_ — when Morris Zapp from California comes on his exchange trip & stays at the Swallows’ house in Rummidge (Birmingham) he‘s appalled at the lack of central heating & what he thinks of as basic household appliances (washing machine, dishwasher).
November 10, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Nice rhetorical question there.
November 10, 2025 at 3:14 PM
You really are a master of the tongue-in-cheek manoeuvre.
November 10, 2025 at 3:07 PM
One of the arguments for voluntary enlistment that I read in the local press was that conscription would inevitably happen, eventually, so by volunteering you got the chance to join the service/unit you wanted to, and to serve with your mates.
November 10, 2025 at 2:58 PM
Every visit to FB involves cancelling slop accounts that FB has recommended. Every visit to X, if I make the mistake of looking at the “For You” feed instead of “Following” or a private list of good accounts still there, = deluge of pro-Israeli / MAGA / Reform or Tory ****. Only BlueSky is safe(ish)
November 10, 2025 at 10:49 AM
Yes. I read the local papers for late summer 1914 & pressure was quite intense already. The only explanation for the brothers’ behaviour that I heard is that their mother, 4’6”, had them at 2-year intervals in her 30s, said she’d gone to a lot of trouble bearing them & the gov’t wasn’t having them.
November 10, 2025 at 9:45 AM
Was a bit of a local scandal — “the six brothers”. Three older brothers, 2 married with kids but all young enough to serve, failed to volunteer/resisted conscription too. I have the news reports on one great-uncle’s tribunal hearing — front-page news. They never talked about it, so I don’t know why
November 10, 2025 at 9:31 AM
Three of my great-uncles — all single, late 20s-early 30s — took ship for the USA together in October 1914 because they, or their mother, could see the way the wind was blowing — strong social pressure to enlist. Didn’t come back until 1921. May have moved to Latin America to escape Can/US draft.
November 9, 2025 at 9:26 PM
What’s happened to the poor old thing now?
November 9, 2025 at 9:16 PM
In Ship Street, built against the old city wall. I woke up with a stiff neck because my pillow (damp from being against the outside wall) had frozen hard overnight. Not funny! The place had not been modernised since they installed electricity & hot water for US airmen (officers) in 1940s. Primitive.
November 9, 2025 at 9:15 PM
You have to climb inside the fridge to get the proper experience nowadays.
November 9, 2025 at 9:11 PM
Not just the50s. I didn’t live in a centrally heated house (or indeed university lodging) until 1971, and didn’t have proper central heating in a home of my own until the mid-80s. The worst pre-c.h. experience was my first year at Oxford — room in a C17th house, lath & plaster walls, 1-bar elec fire
November 9, 2025 at 9:10 PM
P.S. Back in the old days that part of the mountains was about the only place you’d ever see a kite, & not reliably — had to walk to the RSPB or was it W. Wales Naturalists’ reserve on the Doethie & Pysgotwr for your best chance.
November 9, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Thought so! Rode there on my 24th birthday in November 1975, when I was teaching at Lampeter, on my old road bike. It was bitterly cold and the road was icy in places. Would love to do it on my 74th in a week or so on my hybrid/gravel bike, but it’s a LONG way away.
November 9, 2025 at 9:45 AM