The Sandstone Blog
The cat in literature
T. S. Eliot never really cut the mustard for me. The Waste Land seemed a bit too wasted, Four Quartets a bit dismembered. The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock…
Naked as nature intended
It really is embarrassing, but it is also much more serious than just a high colouring around the cheekbones.
On 16th July this year Stephen Gough was once again jailed…
The book as an object
The book as an object of art has a long, not entirely honourable history. The Book of Kells was illustrated, ‘illuminated’ as it was put, apparently on the Isle of…
Our national sport
Rugby is the greatest game. Played as it should be it is the greatest sport. Those of us who played it, and are now past it, almost invariably remember our…