Author: Andrei Navrozov

I analyzed the “Twitter herd” instinct in this space before, but the heat has now made it truly Gadarene. The swine, in fact, quite possibly leapt into the Sea of Galilee because they wanted to cool off.

I was so flabbergasted at the turn of events that I’ve sent in a photograph with today’s copy to quash any misgivings.

Those moments I attempted to capture here last week did actually flash through my mind when the quake hit, but now I thought, why not keep going?

We had a respectable earthquake here last night, 6.1 with the epicenter in Calabria, and the house swayed like a house of cards.

Of the nearly six hundred weekly posts I have published here since this site was launched, I note that not one delved into what is called natural history.

Gentle reader, please bear with me. I want to make one simple point, but making it requires a longish introduction.

Aldous Huxley, it may be remembered, was not only George Orwell’s senior, but, as it happens, one of his masters at Eton in 1917, teaching the young lad French…

Hopper was very frank in his pronouncements, and one of the truths he imparted was that Clint Eastwood fled California and made for Italy in the 1960’s to escape persecution, ostracism, and unemployment.

The gentle reader is aware by now of my fascination with “true crime,” as it was called when Britain ruled the waves.