The power and the glory

Another thoroughly exhausting week but I actually managed to cross some stuff off my to-do list. Whoop, whoop. The whole world is apparently traumatised at the moment– first Brangelina split, then GBBO split. It is impossible to convey the degree of sheer ennui both these stories have caused me although I must say I enjoy the prospect of Brad Pitt getting sole custody of 8 children 🙂 Talk about Daddy Daycare – in my experience most men would run a mile but doubtless Wildman Brad is made of sterner stuff. I would willingly give all my cash to avoid custody of 8 kids, lovely as I’m sure they are.

Favourite story of the week is the pledge by Mark Zuckerberg that he intends to find the cure for ALL diseases at the bargain price of £2 billion. Unfortunately I was drinking when I read this. It really hurts when liquid squirts out of your nose. Mark, eh? What a lad. This tells me two things – firstly, Mark has very little knowledge of human physiology and the innumerable things that can go wrong with it. Secondly, he is no longer listening to any voices of dissent as I’m sure at least one person around him knows how ridiculous he sounds. Still, I applaud the concern for the human race he is displaying from the Olympian heights he inhabits. Awfully kind of him to offer immortality to us all. God complex much? Mark, if you’re reading this, call me ( and yes, I’m sure Mark reads nothing except this blog. Non-billionaires can be delusional too!), I can help. I also have a bridge I want to sell to you. At least he’s not spending it on a new yacht. Yes, I am obsessed with the yachts; I yearn to understand why anyone would spend so much money on those money-guzzlers. Still, thank God for billionaires- they do much to ensure the merriment of the nations, God bless their cotton socks.

The lovely products are from this year’s Decorex show with the exception of the Contour table which debuted in 2015. I’ve included it because it’s lovely, and I think we can all agree that’s reason enough. Apropos children, I leave you with Max Beerbohm’s lines on the poet John Milton:

Milton, my help, my prop, my stay,

My well of English undefiled.

It struck me suddenly today

You must have been an awful child.

Have a death-defying, humanity-saving weekend. Pip pip.

(Photos: Vases, Tamsin von Essen; Bench, Mark Laban; Faceture lights, Phil Cuttance; Contour table, Bodo Sperlein)

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