Tat London Journal

With some Tête-à-Tat’s I rely on research. I listen to old podcasts, I read articles, I trawl the far corners of the internet to pick up anything I can about the interviewee. For poor TF, I simply phoned him to have a quick tête-à-tête about this Tête-à-Tat. I say poor, as I am sure we have all been there, when there is something vast that you are working on. It is not tomorrow, but it is in the near future, and you are stuck in that space where the t’s are crossed but there

I am so sorry about this. I feel that perhaps one or two of you may be offended by my choices below. It is, of course, only my opinion. I am no arbiter of taste like Nicky Haslam. My own home gives most people a faint sense of unease and makes concentration rather difficult, so believe me there are plenty of pieces I have bought that others would recoil at.

The talk of cinema going down the pan makes me feel a little queasy. If you have been to the cinema lately, it is golden. You sit there, perhaps with a treat in hand, and let yourself be swept away by the gloriousness of storytelling as it arrives on the screen. I am all for movie nights at home, but one must admit there can be the occasional glance at another screen. Here in the cinema you are locked in, and only if you are truly ballsy, and willing to upset your fellow cine