The Tumbrel Diaries

Francesco Renaldi was an English-born painter of Italian heritage about whose life little is known. He entered the Royal Academy Schools in ...

This morning I received a card from Hamish in which he reminisces about Sponge Austin’s Latin classes at school, in particular the memorable...

The week before last my eldest brother Nick had a temporarily incapacitating stroke whilst hiking with his wife Lesley and a group of fellow...

As far as I can tell nobody who witnessed President Bill Clinton’s coup de th éâ tre in Pyongyang last week has yet remarked upon that biza...

We Australians have held onto the concept of “true blue” with such tenacity that it is now commonly applied to the national identity, or, mo...

In the course of a rich and busy life there are coincidences that, upon measured reflection, aren’t really all that coincidental, such as ...

For sheer hard work and productivity, Victorian Church of England clergymen put the rest of us to shame. Here, for example, is the entry in ...

Among diversions there is none more harmless than scanning from time to time that vast repository of Imperial and Church of England arcana, ...

Last night I had a curious dream about Uncle John, which took in the ghost of a recollection he once shared with me in Adelaide. Uncle Joh...

Not wishing for a moment in any way to diminish the fine work of the Sir Joseph Hotung Centre for Ceramic Studies at the British Museum—be...