this week

Is anyone else still posting to this blog? Nothing since Tuesday? C'mon, people. (Or, if Michael Howard is reading, pippull.)

Anyway, it's been a pretty good week for me, not least because N&P&L&J went to the UEA on Wednesday evening to hear Jeanette Winterson speak, and read from her new novel, "Lighthousekeeping". What a wonderful hour-and-a-bit! She really is great - and cherishable. Yeah, OK, she is a bit of an old hippy, and she is a bit fey, and she is very self-confident (and we know working class women aren't meant to be that) but, by the gods, she speaks well and makes a lot of sense in these dark days. And bollocks to the pseudo-academics who would denigrate her (no names, no packdrill, but John Carey is one of those of whom we speak). Art (any art) is not easy, nor lowest common denominator, nor Tracey Emin (even if Paul fancies her). It bloody well needs working at, and it is worth the effort. Nice one, our Jeanette.