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AGE IS THE NEW YOUTH: MEN ARE THE NEW WOMEN
Issue No 325 Tuesday 11th January 2000
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ANNOUNCEMENT
As the world's leading educational netzine, and one of the oldest,
this journal's new year resolutions include major expansion and hostile
take-overs. To this end it proposes to start by targetting the Reader's
Digest. Contributions that are BRIEF, WITTY, and UNPUTDOWNABLE are
therefore invited from readers for an occasional new 'My most
unforgettable character' rubric. The Editor will set an example with a
portrait of his primary school teacher and English master. Hopefully
this resolution will be realised more timeously than our 1996 ones.
(Still no bike and Ben Nevis remains unclimbed, but I'm a bit veggier
and at least I've bought Don Quixote in English and Spanish.)
AGENDA BEACON
Minutes and Matters Arising
1. Film of the Millennium: Time Regained [Le Temps retrouve] (Interim Review)
2. Editorial Zone: Soluble Fish - millennial reflections on "reality".
3. News Zone: Lots of news for UMAG (assuming they dare to read it...)
4. Competition Zone: Christmas Quiz - answers and report by Jeremy Boreham.
5. Readers' Letters Zone: Christine Flude, Rowing, Prof Pye and the
Continuing 20th C Society, Nick Bardsley, Performing Arts, Paris.
6. Small Ad Zone: Home to Let, 6 pairs of Tap Shoes wanted, Stretch marks,
Free dot-matrix printer, Vauxhall Astra for sale.
MINUTES AND MATTERS ARISING
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Christine Flude's funeral takes place in the Chaplaincy Centre at 1.00
today, followed by burial in Scotforth Cemetery and a reception in the
Boot and Shoe. All are welcome. Representatives from Rendsburg will be
present. Londale SCR will remain open after the service.
Extreme bewilderment, disappointment and some anger at university
admin's failure to announce Mrs Flude's death in appropriate or timely
manner. This strikingly contrasts with the overnight measures put in
place when a student died last term. It seems to be a mark of the
regard that the university has for its human resources as opposed to
its finance. Deaths happen. There will be more. Perhaps it would help
if, like the national press, we held a data-bank of advance obituaries.
This journal would be delighted to offer its services for prominent
noteworthy figures. If need be interested parties could vet their own
in advance and propose amendments.
Ordinary coffee in The Venue (which was open this weekend -
congratulations!) is 65p, same price as in the Management School. Need
for a sign showing opening and closing times. Also a need for breakfast
type foods, e.g. toast or croissants.
Apologies for the apoplectic Gallicism. "Tu parles, Charles!" is a
French idiom expressing emphatic but ironic agreement. It refers to NO
particular "Charles". Rhyme, as the great Weed (Malherbe) put it, has
its reasons that Reason ignores. (He was of course using 'ignore' in
the sense of 'not to know'.) cf: "C'est juste, Auguste!"`
1. FILM OF THE MILLENNIUM: TIME REGAINED (LE TEMPS RETROUVE)
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LE TEMPS RETROUVE: starring Catherine Deneuve as Odette de Crecy,
Emmanuelle Beart as Gilberte Swann, John Malkovich as Baron Charlus,
Pascal Greggory as Robert de Saint-Loup, Vincent Perez as Morel, Chiara
Mastroianni as Albertine, Marie-France Pisier as Mme Verdurin, Arielle
Dombasle as Mme de Farcy, Edith Scob as the Duchesse de Guermantes,
Elsa Zylberstein as Rachel, and introducing Marcello Mazzarella as the
narrator, with the voice of Patrice Chereau. Directed by Raoul Ruiz.
French with English subtitles. 2h 38 minutes. Now showing at the
Chelsea, Curzon, Renoir and Screen on the Hill only.
Which millennium and how do I know that it's THE film? Simply because
it's the greatest possible film of the last, the next, or indeed any
other millennium, past or yet to come, in exactly the same way that
Proust's novel is, in the opinion of anyone who matters, the ultimate
in bookery, whatever top ten tables and popular taste may squeak about
Harry Potter, Delia Smith and the Highway Code.
It's a film that sublimely marks the apogee of the film-maker's art at
a time when the medium is about to make way for video-games, cyber-sex,
teledildonics, inter-continental electronic sado-masochism and
such-like new, interactive, multimedia art forms. The cast-list alone
is poetry, jaw-dropping, and omits venerable ageing stars of the French
stage given walk-on parts.
To cast the boring but once-trendy nouveau romancier and cineaste
Alain Robbe-Grillet as arch-bore and gossip Edmond de Goncourt is a
touch of chutzpah beyond genius level. Likewise giving minor actor
Christian Vadim (love-child of Roger Vadim and Catherine Deneuve) the
part of careerist, social-climbing journalist Bloch, who, hilariously
and unsuccessfully, seeks to conceal his Jewishness from the
anti-semitic Prince de Guermantes by changing his name to Jacques de
Roziere.
I am not a cine-buff - mainly because going to the pictures costs
money! - though I usually hugely enjoy the half-dozen or so films I see
each year. Subtleties of scoring, fading and mixing usually pass me by,
and I have to confess I had never even heard of Chilean exile Raoul
Ruiz, though he's older than I am, has known Proust longer, and done a
score of very 'filmy' films. I want to meet him. He's my new hero.
This is a film that is not simply wondrous in visual, acoustic and
visceral terms, acted with consummate verve, astonishing in its
exploitation of cinematographic art, unspeakably brilliant in its
casting, sumptuously costumed, staggeringly directed with insights that
reveal a rarissime insight and understanding of the writer's purpose
and message. It's also hugely witty, even comic - though Saturday
afternoon's blue-rinsed Chelsea audience, largely French, was mostly
too reverential to notice.
Some were also bored. It's amusing to see how picky and blase public
and critics have been - very reminiscent of early reactions to Proust's
novel, where even those who enjoyed it added their dismissive 'buts'.
It didn't get the Palme d'Or in Cannes last year and even Sebastian
Faulks, who can see perfectly well how wonderful is, carped and
cavilled about everybody's acting in The Mail in Sunday. Knowledgeably
Proustian real heavyweights like Gilbert Adair (Independent On Sunday)
share my awed admiration and respect.
To be fair, one can understand those who don't know what's happening
switching off a little, after an hour and a half of flashbacks, some
momentary, objects that dissolve and turn into others, scarcely
identified faces that age backward and forwards over 30 years. Even
non-Proustians can perk up for the last hour, the soiree at the
Guermantes, where the writer's revelation comes to him and he
simultaneously discovers his vocation, the non-meaning and
insignificance of life and everything else.
The themes of the final volume of Proust's Remembrance of Things Past
are ageing, illness and death, yet it is the most exhilarating and
inspiring work in all human literature. (OK, pedants: so far as I know.
But, frankly, really without an iota of doubt. Logically.)
The events of this last volume, Time Regained - and to call them
events is perhaps overstating it - take place just after WWW1. The
narrator's health fails and he has spent years in a sanatorium. On
returning to Paris he attends a fashionable society party. At first it
seems to him that he has stumbled into a bizarre fancy dress event in
which everyone comes as an old man or woman, but he slowly realises
that their appearance is due to their ageing, compared with his
memory of them from twenty years previously.
It is no secret that this journal flies the flag for Mlle Beart, its
tutelary deity. Did I hear you say she is just a pretty face? Not so -
every other millimetre of her anatomy is equally perfect, not that you
see any of it here, alas. Now in her 30s and mother of two (and who is
the father of the second now she's broken with Daniel Auteuil?) she is
made to look almost matronly at times. Her ineffable beauty remains
unalloyed even when she produces the bitchiest scornful sarcasms about
mothers-in-law ever heard in the cinema.
There is one moment of total astonishment when Mlle Beart's face
subliminally turns for a micro-second into Mme Deneuve's. Or so at
least I later realised. The narrator does a bewildered double-take and
so did I. Then Mlle Beart bursts into understanding laughter and tells
him she can see that he suddenly mistook her for mummy. I read that
it's done with a device called 'Melies's black-box'. The astopnishing
effect - abolishing time and generations by showing their ultimate
sameness - reveals the essence of Proust's 'message'.
Mme Deneuve, now aged 56, ranges in the film from her 20s to ...oh,
say 70, without changing at all for she is Odette, the grande cocotte
(high class tart) whom the narrator first saw as the dame en rose who
'entertained' his uncle and who later becamce the mistress then wife of
his hero and mentor, Swann. Widowed, she has remarried but is also
mistress to the Duc de Guermantes, Her complexion does truly seem
immune to the erosions of time, making her - as the author says - seem
younger than her daughter.
Memory - how treacherous but how central to our being! People he once
knew well are scarcely recognisable; relationships and marriages have
changed; even names. Newcomers - like the jeune Americaine socialite-
forget this and erroneously imagine a heredity that doesn't exist.
Amidst a host of memorable cameos - and Pascal Greggory as the
narrator's best friend Saint-Loup, killed in the trenches is striking -
John Malkovich steals the show with a completely OTT rendering of a
unique character, the homosexual masochist and aesthete Baron Charlus,
long the narrator's cicerone. The voyeurist scene in the homosexual
brothel staffed by off-duty soldiers is at once unbelievable farce and
total truth.
Proust's world has been likened to "an interconnected gossip column
penned by a rich intellectual snob with a refined sense of the comic,
for whom music, painting and literature matter far more than society."
True - but that is praise!
The film opens with Proust on his deathbed in the cork-lined room
where he spent much of his life as a victim of asthma. The writer looks
through photos to recall events in his life. Gradually, the real
characters of his recollections become the fictional ones of his
literary writings.
True, I have conversationally remarked more than once that a reading
of Proust's correspondence makes one realise that the writer is in fact
a hypocritical, two-faced, smarmy little compulsive liar and homosexual
shit. [MEMO TO LAWYERS: relax, he's dead.] I fear that years of maturer
reflection and the publication of further correspondence have not
really given me reason to amend that judgement.
But the author is not the narrator, whose heterosexuality is
maintained even as he becomes deranged by the obsessive conviction that
all his friends, male and female, are gay. Proust's unwillingness to
'come out' was condemned by the likes of Gide at the time and seems
strange now. But the glory of his novel - and of this film - continues
as a testament to humanity, tolerance, love, life and laughter that
will be recognised as the ultimate achievement and educational tool,
studied and adored by not just a few.... in Time.
2. EDITORIAL ZONE: SOLUBLE FISH - MILLENNIAL REFLECTIONS ON "REALITY".
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3. NEWS
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These items are postponed as a mark of respect for Christine Flude.
4. CHRISTMAS QUIZ: ANSWERS AND REPORT by Jeremy Boreham
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A number of good entries to the Christmas Quiz (and some cunning
alternative offerings). Geoffrey Sampson was the clear winner scoring
24 out of 25 (so I didn't get a chance to air my tie-breaker: 'Stout
Cortez's exclamation?'). Ian and Doth Edmondson-Noble provided a close
challenge with 23, and Tony Guenault's 21 was highly commended. The
winner and runner-up will receive a bottle of 1996 Conder Green Damson
(if I can work out how to get a bottle safely to Uckfield). The answers
are:
1. Leader of warmongers Hawkshead
2. Dry spot, by tradition Mount Ararat Arkholme
3. Sardine paste Arnside
4. Reverse of mosquito's handkerchief Garstang
5. Philosopher famously stuffed in Bloomsbury Bentham
6. Mild depression Littledale
[but I much prefer the alternative suggestion "Dent"]
7. Lardy mix Rydal
8. Summon Hamish Scotforth
9. You might meet this demise in the valleys of Lune or Kent Burton
10. Root vegetable followed by smoked pork Beetham
11. A Kent crossing for cattle, perhaps? Meathop
[as nobody got this, I reluctantly accept the consensus "Brigsteer"
though it's not actually on the Kent.]
12. Stroll in mid-March is badly organised Ambleside
13. The ocean's a better location for this than was Marineland Dolphinholme
14. Did Richard leave here for urban prosperity? Whittington
15. River dwelling Brookhouse
16. Point at heart of deranged Dalek Kendal
17. Cause for caution when embarking Glasson Dock
18. These rabbit holes are adjacent Burrow with Burrow
(i.e. Nether and Over Burrow)
19. Criminal touches down Crooklands
20. Vernacular yob falls into line Lindale
21. Sing out of tune Ings
22. Rev. Spooner's choice of skein Hest Bank
23. Loner beheaded owing to theft of 5p Ingleton
24. Weatherproof back entrance Galgate
25. Whisked drinkable yolks Kirkby Lonsdale
[NOTE: Many thanks to entrants, all of whom beat the Editor, who wasn't
really able to apply his mind to it for long enough. I'm donating a
surplus box of Ferrero Rocher and a bottle of cheap French beer as
runners' up prizes. We must have another comp, preferably before next
Christmas. Volunteers? (Ed.)]
5. READERS' LETTERS
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I have just read the devastating news of the sudden death of our most
beloved colleague, Christine Flude, on the first day of this new
Millennium. The shock for both her family and friends must have been
quite indescribable. Her colleague has captured the blithe spirit that
was Christine. She was indeed ever-cheerful, calm and sensitive and a
serene and lovely person.
From my own point of view, she was also a wonderful source of support
in every way to the ab-initio group, tireless in her determination to
do all she could for her beloved German. She was a wonderful colleague
and there can be little doubt she was also a great teacher of German.
The recent "Interface" volume (jointly with Susan Tebbutt) will remain
as her own tribute to herself and her scholarship, but one hopes that,
as her friends, we may find a way of perpetuating her memory in some
suitable manner in the not too distant future. I am sure that you will
all feel your own sense of personal loss as I do. There is a time for
grieving and for us it is now.
Michael Jones
Ulster
Chair of SC on ab initio German in the UK and Ireland
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I was shocked to hear of Christine's death. I have written to
Christine's husband in a personal capacity,and representing Bradford
Mod Langs Department. On behalf of the Bradford Interface series I have
written to all the contributors to the volume, in case they had not
heard this very sad news. As you say, the volume is a tribute to
Christine.
I enjoyed working with her so much and will always remember the many
many phone conversations we had about all sorts of aspects of the
publication. She was such a kind patient person who was always such a
pleasure to talk to. I agree with Michael that it would be excellent if
we could have a lasting tribute to the huge contribution which she
has made to ab initio German teaching. Unfortunately I will not be
able to attend the funeral or the memorial service, but will be
thinking of you all tomorrow.
Yours sincerely
Susan Tebutt
Bradford Univarsity
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The news of Christine's sudden death came as a great shock to me last
night when I returned from a week in Germany. I am truly lost for
words in the face of this tragic event. We had been in touch fairly
regularly via email over the last few months as I needed a source
reference for her CALL questionnaire from her which she had
published in the 'ab initio German newsletter'.
As usual, despite the tremendous workload she was dealing with, she
found the time to reply promptly to my request. In that email she
also told me about her father's death, and this lead us to exchance
thoughts on the loss of loved ones which makes us appreciate more the
time with the people we still have.
After the extremely busy last term she planned the year 2000 to be the
year of the big spring-clean for left-over work, she said. But first
she was looking forward to the break in France. One of the last
sentences "time to go home and sleep now" and the fact that her message
was sent at 2.48 in the morning alarmed me - surely she could not
still be at work at that hour, I wondered.
The tone of her message, however, was as light and cheerful as ever,
supporting the general impression I had of her: competent and reliable
in work-related situations, and with a sharp mind and a great sense
of humour which made it a pleasure to be with her. Despite our very
infrequent meetings and the occasional email messages we exchanged I
feel her death almost as the loss of a good friend, and my thoughts
are with you and your children at this time of immense grief.
Brigitte Dold
Diplomatic Service Language Centre
The Foreign and Commonwealth Office
Dean Stanley Street London SW1P 3JH
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I was very shocked to read about the death of Christine. Indeed, it
was the first time that e-mail was the bearer of such news, and it came
as a shock to read it. Christine's was the third death for me last
week, as a cousin of my father's died also on 1st Jan. Then an elderly
woman from my Amnesty group died. However, both of these were in their
80s. Christine's death at 56 years is a tragedy. (The same age my
mother reached.) I haven't quite come to terms with Christine's death
yet. Lasting memories of Christine have to be her smiling face and
her pleasant voice. . . I will be in touch again.
Geraldine Mitchell
IT Tallaght, Dublin,
Secretary of "SC on ab initio German"
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Die Nachricht ist ja furchtbar. Lass uns in der kommenden Woche
telefonieren oder wann immer du kannst.
Sehr betroffen
Ulrike Cohen
Goethe Institute, London
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CONTINUING TWENTIETH CENTURY SOCIETY. Thank you so much for your
personalised new year's greetings. I am overwhelmed by your attention.
Were you perhaps missing me after my failure to elucidate the joke
about inefficient fume cupboards? Never mind.
I see that Richard Roberts of Religious Studies, with a lot of other
lemmings, has erroneously lurched into the next millennium. However, as
quite a few critical spirits have pointed out we still have one more
year to go. To this glorious company belongs for example the president
of Marburg University (who is a mathematician, though I don't think one
really needs much maths to spot the point.)
I agree with him on quite other grounds, namely that I still have such
a lot of things to finish off this century. By the way, anybody can
join the CONTINUING TWENTIETH CENTURY SOCIETY by the performance of a
simple mental act. Send no money now. And all the best for the rest of
it!
Michael Pye
Marburg
[NOTE: Come, come, come, come. Such pedantry is both boring and
unworthy. You theologians know better than the rest of us that a
millennium is just a period of 1000 years and a new one starts every
micro-second. Any reason is good enough for a party. And surely
theologians should applaud anything that lifts the mind momentarily
beyond the horizon of our days and the nullities who pass for present
day celebrities. (Ed)]
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Lancaster John O'Gaunt Rowing Club is the fourth oldest rowing club in
the country and the nearest club to Lancaster University. The club
invites people who have rowed before to join one of their active
squads. These are:
Men's Senior Squad contact Richard Smith on (01772)
724295, e-mail richard-j.smith@bae.co.uk
Women's Senior Squad contact Heidi Edmundson on (01524) 389437,
e-mail h.edmundson@lancs.ac.uk
Men's Veteran Squad contact Phil Payne on (01524) 66598,
e-mail p.payne@lancs.ac.uk
If you are interested in giving rowing a try as a sport, sessions for
beginners will be held from May onwards. If you would like to register
an interest contact Matt Folley (01524) 383753, e-mail
m.folley@lancs.ac.uk, who will then contact you again at the
appropriate time. I hope to see you down on the river soon.
Matt Folley
Captain, Lancaster John O'Gaunt RC
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In my dotage, I had hoped that Lancaster was now somewhat more secure
in its economy than it was when I left the institution as a new, if
slightly scarred, graduate. Alas, I had reckoned without the really
quite appalling mediocrity of vision, paucity of reason and flawed
reflection that Lancaster (uniquely?) breeds. Somewhere along the line
the well was poisoned, for a glance at the history of the institution
tells us it was not always so, and it has yet to be dug up and
established anew.
I do not wish to be personal (truly), but it is difficult to be
generous towards those who clearly still practise cruel self-deception
and hold absurd attitudes and notions not dissimilar to the desperate
attempts of post-war British politicians who sought to cling to and
maintain Britain as Empire.
Miraculously, however, the VC pulled us from the brink. Just. Now,
however, he seeks to repeat the mistakes of yesteryear. More, to
actually get out the CRILL Report, it seems to me, read it from cover
to cover and figure out how to reproduce those events given the
prevailing conditions. Either that or Hanham left his personal
How-to-Ru(i)n-a-University manual in the Croft when he left, and the VC
has just reached the later chapters.
I most clearly remember was Professor Ritchie's attachment to the
notion of Lancaster as a 'Top Ten University'. Once, perhaps. In recent
years it had already slipped to being in the 'Top 15', that is, in the
last third of the Top 15. By most measures it has slowly slipped
further.
Now, I don't, myself, set much store by league tables, but the VC
seems to. He would often insist that Lancaster was not Top 15 but Top
10. I once witnessed his evident annoyance, at somebody who referred to
the institution as 'Top 15', that this was not correct. What some
didn't realised, and perhaps still don't realise, is that Post-Disaster
Lancaster would be lucky to stay in the Top 20 once all the
consequences of the Recovery Plan had filtered through (and there's
still a bit to go...).
[NOTE: I entirely agree with the latter point, despite continuing to
attach no credence to, and indeed to despise with scorn, any tabulated
assessment of universities. (Ed.)]
I sat on Council, continually confirming the damned Recovery Plan, in
5-hour meeting after 5-hour meeting (often several times in a single
meeting). I witnessed the way the CRILL Report was shrugged aside (and
now we see the fruits of that folly). But still I had hope that
Lancaster, playing to its strengths, could have a meaningful future.
But no. What was all the agony for? InkyText is right to describe this
as the ne plus ultra of deja vu. To mix historical and mythical
allusions, Lancaster's next imperial adventure may prove to be its
Suez, with the canal leading all the way to the Pillars of Hercules...
Nick Bardsley
PS. Can I urge my fellow members of University Court to make a fuss
about this issue? It would be a far sight more useful than debating the
price of lunch.
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In all the disappointment over the lack of success with JIF bids, I'd
like to mention a smaller-scale success at the Northern end of Campus.
After lengthy review and consultation nationally in 1998, followed by
a multi-stage competitive bidding process through 1999, the Departments
of Theatre Studies and Music have been awarded the contract to host the
Learning and Teaching Support Network (LTSN) Centre for the Performing
Arts.
The LTSN, which will be managed through the ILT at York, is a new
initiative, providing support for innovative teaching across the
disciplines in HE via a network of subject centres. It supersedes the
more technology-focused Computers in Teaching Initiative (CTI) and the
new centre at Lancaster draws in some measure on the experience gained
by the CTI Centre for Music, which was based in the Music Department
from 1989 to 1999. The new Centre has chosen the name PALATINE: the
Performing Arts Learning and Teaching Innovation Network, and expects
to start operating in February.
Lisa Whistlecroft
Music
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Once, when I congratulated you on your account of a visit to Paris,
(we were in Sainsbury's at the time) you urged me not simply to read
about Paris but to go there.
Now Joan and I are about to follow your advice. We will be staying in
the rue des Arquebusiers in the Marais district and will be there for
four nights. As I am unfamiliar with Paris can you offer me, and your
other readers, any advice on where to eat and what to see (please note
the priority, not mine!) so that we get the true feel of the place.
Stuart Riley
PS where has "prolly" gone? I am reading Alan Clark's diaries and he
has "satisly" defined as "arousing satisfaction, inducing complacency"
(might be useful in your chronicling of the doings of the
University).
[NOTE: Now here is a mission I relish. You don't say when you are
going of course, otherwise we could discuss booking theatre tickets,
bus times and selecting the exhibition to visit. You're staying at the
slightly dull back end of the Marais, just off the very boring but
worthy Boulevard Beaumarchais, between the metros St Sebastien
Froissart and Chemin Vert, on a line that is only useful for changing
at the Republique or Bastille.
Frankly I'd walk or take the bus. Get a 3-day Paris Visite card at 12
pounds each - a lot, I know, but prolly worth it unless you like city
walking as much as I do. And may I recommend the very adjacent 29 bus,
which winds through the Marais on its way up town to St Lazare, passing
handily by the Archives, Beaubourg, the Halles, Louvre, BN. Opera etc,
You're handy for the Picasso museum if you can find it. And don't
forget to take the new unmanned METEOR metro line to the Bibliotheque
(from Bastille). You'll need a MacDonald's walking map - and don't
neglect them for lunch either - the salads are totally French and offer
a choice of 3 dressings. And you can have a beer with it.
Happiness, selon Stendhal, should be prolonged: in advance by
anticipation, in retrospect by memories lubricated with cognac and
Haydn or Mozart. So get on the web. Tell me when you are going and I'll
give you a fully costed programme next time. (Ed)
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6. SMALL ADS
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SPACIOUS FAMILY HOME FOR RENT IN SCENIC COASTAL VILLAGE, JULY 2000 FOR
12-14 MONTHS. We would like to rent our house during our sabbatical
period from July '00 to end of August '01, or thereabouts: it is a late
Victorian semi, with plenty of space (well suited to children and/or
pets). Situated in Arnside, Cumbria, it's only 30 minutes drive to
campus or town: the Lake District is very easily accessible, and direct
trains to Manchester Airport stop at Arnside. Local amenities (two
pubs, excellent shops, late-opening minimarket) are within 5 minutes
walk. The house itself has four bedrooms, very large lounge and dining
rooms, cellar and garden room, and brand-new bathroom. The new gas
central heating and three functioning open fires ensure that the house
is warm and cosy in winter; it also catches the sun, and there are good
views of the hills and estuary from some windows. We would much prefer
to rent it fully furnished, to include dishwasher, washing machine,
microwave, TV and video, etc. The house would suit academic visitors,
members of staff, mature postgraduate students with transport, and we
are happy to negotiate about the cost of rental.
Please contact either Emily Fay (01524 594119, E.Fay@lancaster.ac.uk)
or Ed Chronicle (01524 593833, E.Chronicle@lancaster.ac.uk) for further
information or to arrange a viewing.
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WANTED - TAP SHOES: We want to buy or borrow - ladies black tap shoes,
size 8. ALSO, Can anyone lend us black plastic rain macks, the shiny
wet look type. We need 6 altogether for a staff performance of 'Singing
in the Rain' at the International Evening in February. If you can help
ring Denise on 94160
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Sociology Department Seminar Series - Lent Term 2000
Imogen Tyler - Culture, Media & Communication, Lancaster University
STRETCH MARKS: CELEBRITY SKIN AND PREGNANT EMBODIMENT
Tuesday 18th January 2000, 4.15 to 6pm, Cartmel B.65
All Welcome
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FREE STAR LC10 DOT-MATRIX PRINTER AND AMSTRAD 14 INCH SVGA monitor to
whoever comes and collects either/both first (except between 1.00 -
2.00) from Deborah Dunne, B7, GFB, ext. 92437, e-mail
iele@lancs.ac.uk. Both were working fine at the last outing, but that
was several years ago (been in the loft since then)! Printer needs lead
(normal one) and the monitor needs the base slotting back on.
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FOR SALE. Vauxhall Astra 1.4 J reg. Red Taxed end Feb. MOT August.
Radio/cassette. Excellent condition 1850 pounds. Ring Lancaster 39305
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