Here in Oxford, we are having an extraordinarily beautiful autumn. The leaves are lambent red and gold, yellow and bright green. The air is very still, slightly damp and shining. It is unusually warm, so the light is not crisp and sharp, but gleaming. In short it is like a dream. I cycled back [...]See more
Take a lateral look at the twelfth sign of the zodiac. Here is a showcase of people, ideas, myths and phenomena influenced by the musical, ethereal fishes.
Practical, understated chic. Perfect for a weekend in the Cotswolds. With calves like that maybe his Jupiter’s in Aquarius! “Just bought a pair of boots,” he muttered, trying not to look too pleased. I thought for a minute. We already live with a small river of his shoes that [...]See more
A God for Every Sign – yay
I find reading old astrology books a very good way to get to sleep. Dane Rudhyar is marvellously soporific. I hope some of it will filter into my dreams, and be reborn as a brilliant insight. Last night I turned to CEO Carter, who is an old stand-by in the wee small hours. And in […]See more
Times are changing
This is from an old copy of the defunct magazine Punch. I can never see the joke, but it does seem appropriate. We had dinner with an entertainingly gloomy Irishman last night. He’s clearly enjoying the credit crunch a lot – because it means that he can wallow in deepest pessimism, [...]See more