Salve! Over the weekend I finally got the chance to visit the newly rehomed Temple of Mithras at its original site, underneath the new European HQ of Bloomberg, off Cannon Street.
On Friday Ferdie flew to Estonia for a city break in the nation’s snow-clad capital, Tallinn.
I returned from Tallinn prepared to boast at length about the quality and depth of snow underfoot in the Estonian capital (at this time of year hovering somewhere between -6 and -14 decrees Celsius). Imagine my chagrin then when I arrive home and the UK is blanketed in picturesque powder. How annoying!
I think we all enjoy being asked questions. It immediately creates an impulse to respond. My Saturday afternoon started with this question
On Saturday Ferdie caught the last performance of James Graham’s play dramatising the takeover of The Sun newspaper by a young Rupert Murdoch.
On Saturday got the chance for a ticket to the Ameida’s West End transfer of Ink at the Duke of York’s Theatre – and lucky I took it, too. Directed by Rupert Goold, James Graham’s account of Murdoch’s takeover the ailing Sun in 1969