Greetings!
Sorry this is a few hours later than usual. But enough of this persiflage! On with the newsletter.
Terry
Mission impossible
A teacher at college told us that his ambition was to read every book that's ever been published. I thought at the time what an impossible aim that is. A worthy ambition, but impossible. And for the last few years that's been my ambition too, and equally impossible. But I think the saddest thing I've come across, as a teacher, is kids with no ambition, no horizon beyond leaving school, getting a job.
Conversely, it's so inspiring when kids not only have an impossible ambition. but achieve it. I think of an airline pilot I met who heard an aeroplane flying across during a lesson at school, and thought "one day in be piloting that plane." I think of Champollion, aged 11, who on hearing a teacher say that nobody had deciphered the Egyptian hieroglyphs declared, "I shall do it.”, and largely did.
It's true that in some situations it's good to heed Dirty Harry's advice — a man's got to know his limitations — but it's also good to ignore it. A guest speaker I introduced at a conference particularly liked what I told the audience: " …doesn't so much think outside the box as not recognise the existence of the box in the first place!"
Ghost writing
If you write something, and nobody sees it, can it be said to have been written? That's my variant of the old leaf in a. forest chestnut. Mind you, a better variant was that told by the late Ken Robinson: Seen on a tee-shirt: If a man says something in a forest, and there's no woman there to hear him, is he still wrong?
Tethered bottle tops
Who decided that tethered bottle tops would be a great idea? Before recently, the only time I’d heard the word “tethered” used was in the context of goats. But now bottled water in England comes with a tethered top. Fine, it makes it hard to lose the top, but it also makes it hard to:
Get the top undone in the first place.
Stop it from spilling all over you when you suddenly manage to yank it open.
Prevent it from lacerating your lips as you try to drink from the bottle.
Getting the blasted thing back on.
I’d like to find out who the genius behind this is, and then nominate him or her for the Brain of Britain contest.
London
As I was recently around the Baker Street area, I thought I’d take this picture of Sherlock Holmes:
Inside Freedman Towers
Awww, how sweet, department:
Short and, I hope, sweet
No, not me, but this newsletter. I’ve spent a load of time writing recently, including a 10,000 word booklet on using AI, plus 8 other articles on other websites, 3 book reviews for a magazine, and my articles here (see below). Consequently I am (a) behind in my Substack reading and (b) a bit knackered. So if you don’t mind, I’ll round this off now.
My articles that you may have missed
Letter to Rebecca It’s her turn to reply to me, on Wednesday. You really ought to subscribe, because as well as her fan mail to me she also writes thoughtful posts, beautifully illustrated.
Library madness, a mini essay in exactly 300 words.
Experiments in style, this time in the form of a stately home guidebook.
Other people’s articles
There have been several articles about James Joyce’s Dubliners lately. A great collection of short stories that you must read if you have not already done so. Or even if you have.
Why I 💗James Joyce’s Dubliners, by
writing in Troy Ford’s newsletter.First Loves, by
Videos
A great solo and showmanship by Prince:
One of my favourite songs from way back, liked by the girl with long hair too.
I’ve shared this next one before, but just in case you haven’t seen it…
I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s Start the Week.
I once took a group of sixth graders to an amusement park. When we walked up to the roller coaster one of the boys told me he was scared because it was so high. I got the others on the roller coaster and sat with the boy. When I got everyone on the coaster, I told them to be to be nice to their classmate because everyone has been scared of something. He got over his fear of heights because now he flies 747 cargo planes all over the world. You never know.
Another excellent column!
I am reminded of the time in college when I announced to two of my friends, “Someday, someone will make a movie about Charlie Parker, and I will be in it.”
It was thirteen years later, and I was only an extra, but I’m in two scenes of Clint Eastwood’s “Bird.”