i went to National Theatre last night to see their production of ‘the crucible’. it was magnificent: visceral, terrifying, apposite. vital viewing. lyndsey turner has to be one of the best directors working today. speak of the devil and he appears, indeed.

i recently found myself with a companion in the workshop. having inspected my tin of danish oil at some length she finally deigned to sit on it, and Would Not Be Moved. she looks very proud of herself, no? almost like a model for LiberonUK