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R.A.D. Stainforth is unwell.
(Taken from Arnold Schoenberg: Letters, ed. Erwin Stein, trans. Eithne Wilkins & Ernst Kaiser)
Vienna, 2 August, 1910
My dear Herr Direktor
I can scarcely tell you how awful it is for me to have to write this letter to you of all people. But you cannot imagine what impossible things I have tried, but also what possible ones, and it was all no use. I am really in a position of desperate need, otherwise I could never have brought myself to write this. And the fact that last year you offered me this does more to stop me than to encourage me.
The fact is that I have no money and have to pay the rent. It was doubtless very rash of me to take a larger flat when I was earning less. But there are many circumstances tending to excuse me, disappointments of hopes that were so near fulfilment that anyone would have counted on it, and such things. So I must beg you to lend me from 300 to 400 guilders. I shall quite certainly be able to pay it back next year when I am at the Conservatory.
I cannot tell you how unhappy it makes me to have to tarnish my relationship to you by bringing up such a matter. And I must say: I should not have done it on my own behalf; I can get over such a thing all right. But when one has a wife and children one is no longer the only person who counts.
May I ask you to telegraph letting me know whether you can grant my request. And – if it is not asking too much – if you can help me, if possible to telegraph the money or at least send it express.
I earnestly ask you not be angry. And I have only one wish: that your attitude to me will not be unfavourably influenced by this.
Hoping to have news soon,
I am, as ever, your devoted
Specifically, he murders the beautiful David Gates song If. (David Gates was the lead singer of 1970s group Bread.)
I’m glad Telly went to Birmingham, my home town.
But we all remember him as Kojak. Here’s a classic episode.
This post is dedicated to Tess Kincaid @ Willow Manor.
Goofy retarded fuckwit Prince William and sloane ranger slag Kate Middleton are about to get married.
One pisshead journo has made me laugh by saying that Kate is destined to be queen. Yeah, just like Diana …
How much more money do we have to waste on these cretins before we realize that is isn’t worth it?
After he’s impregnated her with the next in line, I give the marriage a couple of years …
As a rule, Nigella Lawson is only too happy to show off her voluptuous figure in low-cut outfits. On a visit to Bondi Beach, however, she went to the opposite extreme. The 51-year-old Domestic Goddess opted for a full cover-up against the late-summer Sydney sun as she splashed in the water with a companion.
Miss Lawson’s outfit resembled a burkini – a three-piece swimsuit designed to preserve the modesty of Muslim women – with a baseball cap beneath the hood.
The explanation was that the fair-skinned star was worried about sunburn. Prompting the question: Why bother going on the beach, then?
Speed dating would appear to have found an unlikely new disciple in Tracey Emin.
The artist, who broke up with Scott Douglas, a photographer, after a seven-year relationship, says she feels the method offers her the best chance of finding someone suitable. “I meet men every day of my life, but I really want to go speed dating,” says Miss Emin, 47. “Speed dating’s about what you say. I think it would be good fun. I want to meet some new men.”
At speed dating events, men and women are rotated to meet each other in a series of brief encounters. At the close of play, participants submit to the organisers a list of whom they would like to provide their contact information to. If there is a match, contact information is forwarded to both parties.
I’d speed date her …