Margaret Thatcher was buried today, and was given a burial that was consciously modelled on that of Winston Churchill. It was fitting in one way – it was a bit of a jarring anachronism. And that is pretty much what the woman was. The cliché that the media hatched for coverage of her passing was
I love banking bail outs, and so should you. What would life be like without them? Without bail outs bankers would have to behave like the rest of us, and where is the fun in that? Of course, banking could be a pretty straight forward job. You look after people’s savings by investing them in
Divine delight of men, Mother of Aeneas, Beneath the gliding signs of heaven, Holy Venus Who fills the fruitful lands and navigable seas With all the types of creatures that your conceptions please For you from now, and still forever They welcome the rising Sun together Lucretius opens the epic latin poem On The Nature
Exodus Lost by S.S.Compton is easier to describe by saying what it isn’t than what it is. Despite having a lot about the Bible in it, it isn’t a book with any particular angle on religion. It isn’t a conventional history book. And it isn’t a crazy ‘Chariots of the Gods’ style fairy story.