Monthly Archives: April 2015

Three minutes’ thought

So. One of the offspring is complaining about A-level physics being hard. Which it is. Unsympathetically, I was reminded of A E Housman’s jibe at some nineteenth century classical scholars: Three minutes’ thought would suffice to find this out, but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time. But for all Housman was having a […]

The ground’s on fire

So. Out on the bike this morning, bumping along the south bank of the Tyne near Ryton. And oh my goodness. The ground’s on fire. That’s not right. (And in a desperate attempt to forge a literary link, I am reading about Dante, who’s descent into Hell in the Divine Comedy took place on Good Friday: […]