Entries by John Fleming from 11/2011

Oh Wow. Oh Wow. Oh Wow. Not The Death Of Steve Jobs. The Death Of My Father In 2001.

| Posted 11.01.2011 | UK

Yesterday, there were reports of how Apple boss Steve Jobs died, as told by his sister: "His tone was affectionate, dear, loving, but like someone wh...

Shakespeare, Chaucer, Jane Austen - All Bad at The English Language

| Posted 11.11.2011 | UK Lifestyle

I posted a blog (or did I?) the other day. Someone took offence (or did he?) and posted (or did he?) this comment: "No offense, [sic]" he wrote, "bu...

Silvio Berlusconi and The Mafia Man With Easy Access To Horses' Heads

| Posted 11.12.2011 | UK Politics

A couple of days ago, I blogged about Silvio Berlusconi's resignation as Prime Minister of Italy and quoted an English friend of mine who has lived ...

Nina Conti's Amazingly Intelligent Film On Ken Campbell and Herself

| Posted 11.18.2011 | UK Entertainment

I have always been a bit wary of ventriloquists. What is with all the talking-to-yourself bit? Ventriloquists are a bit like glove puppet performers...

Doctor Who - Why I Remember Watching The Very First Episode

| Posted 11.24.2011 | UK Entertainment

Alas, I am old enough to have seen the first ever episode of Doctor Who when it was transmitted. It is easy to remember the exact date - Saturday 23 N...

In Sohemia, God Bless The Onion Layers of The English Class System

| Posted 11.25.2011 | UK Lifestyle

There is a layer of English society - or perhaps several overlapping onion-like layers - which floats. I exaggerate, of course. But there is a level...

Terry Nation, Creator of The Daleks, 'Blake's 7' and 'Survivors', Really Wanted To Be A Stand-Up Comedian

| Posted 11.28.2011 | UK Entertainment

Yesterday, someone read my Huffington Post piece about Doctor Who in which I mentioned that the series' original budget was £2,000 per show. They p...

The Death Yesterday of Joan Hardee, Mother of British Alternative Comedy's Godfather Malcolm Hardee

| Posted 11.30.2011 | UK Comedy

Joan was 84. I met her over perhaps 25 years. She was feisty, redoubtable and with a mind so sharp you could cut cheese with it. She doted on Malcolm and, when he drowned in 2005, it - as you would expect - affected her greatly for the rest of her life. She died from pneumonia, peacefully, in a nursing home near Deal in Kent.