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By and for the folk who put the 'men' in menopausal
PRACTICALLY EVERYONE NOW ALIVE WILL DIE THIS CENTURY
Issue No 327 Tuesday 18th January 2000
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WARNING
This is an adult journal that tries not to patronize its eminent and
superior readership; also an existentialist one that skips the cant and
tries to nail the humbug. Nor does it shy away from truths some find
unpalatable. The next few issues may seem obsessively concerned with
Eros and Thanatos (sex and death). Probably hormonal. Personally I
blame the steroids. Prudish readers and the bereaved or dying (but then
aren't we all?) might prefer to skip them. On the other hand they might
very much not. At least it makes a change from the tedious minutiae of
university funding.
AGENDA BEACON
Minutes and Matters Arising
1. News : Death of Tim Potter, Windermere Awayday, Staff health, The Venue,
Popeye's, Ruskin.
2. Paris Itinerary for Stuart and Joan Riley (II): More food and two outings
3. Readers' Letters: Web indexing, Frank Zappa, Inkytext and Paris.
4. Small Ads: Sofa bed and computer desk for sale, Modem, Oz folk music,
Ruskin Today World Premiere, Vauxhall Nova for sale, Hotel Health Club
offer, House to let, The Venue.
MINUTES AND MATTERS ARISING
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The Venue's opening hours are now displayed. 8.30 to 21.00 on
weekdays, 10.00-16.00 at weekends.
This weekend's Windermere conference brought together only the faculty
deans and members of UMAG. Members of the APC other than deans were not
present.
All French phone numbers are now 10 digits beginning with a 0. When
phoning from abroad (e.g. Britain) omit the 0 and prefix dial 00 33 to
start with. Paris numbers (01) thus become 00 33 1.
A remark critical of Proust the man in our review of Time Regained led
one reader to accuse the editor of homophobia. This is absurd. Nothing
could be further from the truth. Au contraire: most of my best friends
are lesbian, etc.
Stephen Moss in Friday's Guardian wrote of: "Proust's A La Recherche
Du Temps Perdu (or, in English, How Can I Possibly Find the Time to
Read This)" that Proust wrote it "after the death of his mother, when
he withdrew from society to his famous cork-lined room [...] He spent
the next two decades there, emerging only occasionally and usually at
night. This is very much the method to employ if you intend to read his
novel".
Sunday's Observer devoted a whole page of its news section (p19) to an
almost excellent populist survey of the current Proust situation by
Andrew Marr. I take issue with his view that making a film of the novel
is really as impossible as "painting a late Beethoven quartet or
turning Westminster Abbey into a ballet", both of which seem to me
pre-eminently Proustian ideas.
Proust is 544th in this week's British fiction bestsellers list. (To
be followed up periodically.)
For 'Jonathan Aiken' read 'Jonathan Aitken'.
2. NEWS
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DEATH OF TIMOTHY POTTER: Tim Potter, Keeper of Romano-British at the
British Museum and President of the Archaeological Institute, former
head of the British School in Rome, died in London on 11 January. He
was 55.
From 1973 to 1978 he was lecturer in Archaeology at Lancaster and a
well-known figure in Bowland College and bar. A short, ebullient,
garrulous and gregarious figure with a memorable and frequently heard
laugh, he was immensely energetic and enthusiastic. Miraculously, he
engaged the active collaboration of the Buildings department in his
digs, for example, borrowing staff and an excavator. He was
instrumental in burying Professor Potts's whale, whose skeleton now
hangs in the Biology department. Modern accountancy would not allow
that to happen now.
He was also responsible for the dig in the Vicarage car park at
Lancaster Priory that figures high in editorial mythology. On leaving
for the British Museum his dynamism accelerated and his career soared.
He was the author of 15 books and innumerable reports and pamphlets. An
obituary by Catherine Johns apeared in Friday's Independent. No cause
of death was given. He married in 1975 and leaves a widow and 2
children.
CENTENARY OF THE DEATH OF JOHN RUSKIN: This Thursday, January 20th, is
the hundredth anniversary of the death of Ruskin. It is being marked by
a World Premiere concert in the Great Hall. Copies of Ruskin's Journey,
a marvellous production by our own Media Services outfit with a script
by Michael Wheeler, will also be on sale for the first time. Major
review anon.
WINDERMERE CONFERENCE: Agreed to be an improvement on the last one two
years ago, from which almost nothing tangible or lasting emerged. A
development campaign was not on the agenda though raised briefly. (It
has already been approved by Council and someone is supposed to be
taking it ahead). Strategic money matters dominated. We are faced with
further retrenchment (efficiency gains) or finding new,
non-governmental sources of income. Deans were asked how their
faculties could do this. Discussion was constructive and fairly
collaborative across faculties. Other topics touched on included the
editor's health. The bar closed at 12.00.
A MEMBER OF STAFF in Humanities has written to the VC reminding him of
the University's duty of care for the welfare of its staff, and
suggesting that it offers us all a health check. It is paradoxical
that, since becoming a health-promoting university, the institution and
government policies have done more to cause continuing stress in
university employees than1 ever before. It is the clear duty of our
leaders to protest rather than collaborate in this continuing process.
This letter has been copied to heads of department and received massive
support.
REPORTS THAT THE DIRECTOR OF RESOURCES has bought a house in the
Whalley area of the Ribble Valley between Blackburn and Clitheroe.
BREAKFAST ON SUNDAY: A continental style breakfast was offered at The
Venue for the first time. It consisted of a 125 ml glass of fresh
orange juice (so-so), 3 strips of Gouda, 2 slices of rather nice salami
and a piece of roast ham, coffee, a warm croissant, very good
strawberry jam and butter. Price: 2.50, the same as for an unhealthy
trad English take-away breakfast from Diggles.
The Venue did a huge trade with parents the previous Sunday, but was
quieter this weekend, partly because the absence of visible eating
facilities at weekends has led many students to make Bailrigg a 5-day a
week place. Hopefully this can be changed. Prices here don't seem to
deter foreign students and suits. It is alas much too expensive for
regular use by staff. (I tried the Carrot and Coriander soup at 95p
plus a roll. Problems here. Too sweet. Not so authentic as soups from
George's or the Management School.)
REPORTS THAT THE PROPRIETOR OF POPEYE'S has been complaining
vociferously about The Venue, insisting that when he took on his lease
he was given verbal assurances that there would be no other sit-down
eateries in the Tower Avenue development. This has a ring of truth:
when we were desperate to let the shops and get some income from them
people prolly agreed to almost anything. Alas oral contracts and
gentleman's agreements from British universities are no longer what one
would wish.
3. PARIS ITINERARY FOR STUART AND JOAN RILEY (II): MORE FOOD AND SOME DRINK
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Paris is the home of the four great Fs - Food, Fashion, Fun and Amour.
I'm not going to say anything about the last of these. After all
whoever thinks they need lessons? But sex in Paris is so much
in-yer-face: kissing in the street, the _Parisiennes_ and _Parisiens_
themselves obviously, the beautiful people from round the globe, film or
rock stars, wealthy shoppers, the bra and toiletry posters from which
the modest have to avert their eyes, the naked statues, the
prostitutes, the strip-shows, the sex-shops. And the museums. I defy
anyone to emerge from the Musee Rodin not in a state of sexual arousal.
(If you do you should prolly see your doctor.)
The real challenge is not to be in such a permanent Priapic state that
you are prevented from concentrating on actually doing anything else.
Pre-emptive copulation is obviously the best solution. Or onanism, I
suppose. Or, failing that, castration. (And please could anyone who
thinks they have found another answer let me know.)
Been thinking. I don't say there are NO bad restaurants in Paris, just
no bad ones that last longer than a week. In any case the pleasures of
eating in Paris are only tangentially related to the food. Feel free to
ignore all of my suggestions. A big brasserie is a good idea and they
all have comprehensive cartes as well as specialisms, but, even so, why
Chez Jenny if you're not turned on by Onion Tart, Choucroute and Wild
Boar?
There must be about 200 of these places around town, all with
specialities, some very famous, such as the Dome, Coupole, and Rotonde
in Montparnasse; some, with Hemingway, Joyce or Stein associations,
expensively touristy and to be avoided, like the Closerie des Lilas;
some really more cafe-bars even though they do food as well, like
Sartre and de Beauvoir's Deux Magots, Flore and Cafe Lipp in St
Germain, or the Balzar and Select Latin, where rich students and
Sorbonne lecturers have their aperitifs and argue.
Eat reasonably early in any of these and you prolly don't have to
book. I'm certainly going to send you to one of them later for an apero
or coffee.... It'll cost you though...about 2.50 or three quid for an
espresso. For that, go to the toilet, and on return sit as long as you
like: most of the price is rent for your seat and the passing show, for
Paris is a spectacle and you are both the audience and part of the
show. (NB drinks must be renewed every hour.)
If you don't like what you get the fault is yours. There's so much
competition that, except in tourist traps, you get what you pay for.
Momentarily it almost seems that capitalism works. Not true of course.
It's the law that insists that prices and service charges have to be
displayed outside, unlike Spain, and every cafe has to display the cost
of standard drinks and a sandwich. But French "bourgeois" cooking does
make an awful lot of use of peasant food, stuff like offal that the
English middle classes turn their noses up at. And if you don't want
things _saignant_ you'll have to say.
Your other meals you can eat anywhere that tickles your fancy. Obesity
is a national problem. We all eat far too much, so I suggest single
dishes, plus possibly a pudding - and that need only mean yoghurt or an
ice-cream. Just a sandwich or tomato salad, say, at lunchtime, or a
croque-monsieur if you're not watching your cholesterol, or, from any
cafe, my favourite, an omelette, crisp and just brown on the outside,
gooey within, with mustard of course, yummy! Say 30 Francs. You'll get
a few lettuce leaves with it and a basket of bread of course, and no
chips - with a 1/4 of wine that's a balanced meal. Healthy eating in
fact. And don't forget my McDonald's salads if you can find an empty
McDo.
In the evening, apart from your trip chez Bofinger, try to eat for
under 100 Francs a head all included. Easy enough if you go to canteens
or working men's cafes in outlying arrondissements - and French workmen
are exceptionally fussy about their food, and demanding. They know as
much about it as their English oppos know about football. But you won't
want that, so perhaps you should stick to the chains.
The Bistro Romain is good enough and so is Hippopotame for meat-
eaters. The come-on price headlined now often covers only 2 courses
instead of 3, and they may not indicate the price of wine outside, and
you'll feel obliged to have an apero while studying the menu, even
though you may have had one elsewhere beforehand. Or the small print
may say its only available between ridiculous hours. With drinks and
coffee and service as well the headline price can be too easily doubled
in some places. That's scandalous. Try not to let it be by looking for
3 course menus that include wine. And don't let yourself be bullied.
You summon the waiter by raising eyebrows only of course. Preferably
after making eye contact.
Small Chinese and Vietnamese restos can be astonishingly cheap. So can
pizza places and there are enough of these. In fact they sometimes
complain that it's increasingly difficult to find a French restaurant
in Paris these days. Sushi is dearer. Then there's the omnipresent
couscous.
Perhaps I should have sent you to more glamorous and romantic places.
The Jules Verne restaurant on the 2nd floor of the Eiffel Tower is
supposed to be gastronomically impressive and even good value at 35-70
pounds a head. A cruising meal by moonlight on a bateau mouche is not
so serious, but some folk bask in the experience.
Well... _enfin_ BOFINGER is only a restaurant really. There are
cheaper ones and better ones, but it's very handy for you and is the
perfect place if you want an utterly authentic experience, fairly
unchanged over the century.
Now I know (I hope!) that you're not expecting me to tell you to see
the Eiffel Tower, Sacre Coeur, Champs Elysees and Montmartre. Look up
and they're there of course, but hardly a priority for our superior
readership.
It's terribly important to look smart. Even dressy. I know that sounds
comic coming from me, but this is Lancaster and you haven't seen me in
Paris. That way you'll get respect and politeness. Maybe. Whatever
you're like people will always be looking at you even though you're not
aware of it. You won't get into the Ritz in jeans and trainers, you
know. Well... you might in Armani jeans and Gucci trainers, I suppose,
with a Karl Lagerfeld shirt or something better. Do you have any?
Remember that the doorman will instantly have done a mental photo-fit
with his database of celebs and undesirables. He will accurately have
assessed your annual income and gross capital worth even as he greets
you through the door. Shoes are the give-away, I hear, so be prepared
to re-sole an old pair of your most expensive brogues.
Actually GOING places and DOING things is not really very Parisian.
Parisians only do the very latest, newest, most fashionable things -
before everyone else. To be Parisian is to be blase in the extreme,
never to be astonished or enthusiastic. Or at least never to show it.
Parisians are laid-back, bored, casual and indifferent because they've
seen everything. They, as Stendhal disparagingly put it, "even commit
suicide from the 4th floor only". They're in a hurry to eat, to get to
work or to see the doctor. Otherwise they stroll.
Strolling, _flanerie_, along the boulevards or the quais, is the
ultimate Parisian activity. Arm in arm with your companion, savour the
buildings and the astonishing sights and sounds, and mock them,
pretending you've seen them all before. I dunno what they'll be of
course. For example, you still might see a coffin being lowered by
crane from an 8th floor window because it won't go down the stairs.
I've seen that. A hundred years ago it was much more common (and still
is when moving grand pianos). The novelist Zola saw one being dropped
and bursting open. For the rest of his life he is reputed to have taken
his coffin with him whenever he moved apartment so that he could be
sure it would fit the stairs.
(Entirely irrelevant, but Sarah Bernhardt, whom some say was even more
beautiful and talented than Emmanuelle Beart when she was younger, had
a silk or velvet lined coffin in her drawing room and often used to lie
in it for hours, rehearsing for eternity she said. There's a portrait
of her in it by someone somewhere - the Musee Jacquemart-Andre, I
think. At 25 or 30 she was indeed very striking in a modern sort of way
- I would make it almost a dead-heat. But then you know what I think
about tables and rankings. Grrr!)
One thing to do before you go away is to decide how many museums you
are going to see. If only two, say Louvre and Orsay, you can do those
on one day. A one-day Musees et Monuments card costs 80 FF each - 8
pounds. It pays for itself after 2 museums on any day except
Sundays, when they are half price or so and you need to visit a 3rd one
to make it worthwhile. It's actually worth it even if it doesn't pay
for itself simply because it means you don't have to queue to buy a
ticket and in some cases (eg Louvre) you have a privileged private
entrance. The value of that is amazing and can save you hours, even out
of season. A 3-day Musees et Monuments card cost exactly twice as much.
Ideally you should get it. Visit 4 places and it has paid for itself.
Visit 6 or 7 and you are quids in. And it makes you feel you don't have
to stay in a place so long to get your money's worth. For details see
the RATP or a tourism website.
HALF-DAY 1
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Now to get out. I was far too dismissive of your metro-line (Ligne 8)
of course. On refreshing my memory I see that it's the long one that
curves round the centre. Beyond the Republique (Direction Balard) it
goes along the grands boulevards towards the Opera and Madeleine the
down to Concorde and over the river to the Invalides. We'll use it
later. Sometimes one has to for longer journeys. But as one ages the
metro loses a lot of its appeal- the stuffiness, the stairs, the
endless corridors, the crush, the noise. And you don't see anything.
For your first trip, after unpacking, I recommend a short walk to get
the feel of things, stimulate excitement and give a sense of
achievement. The Picasso Museum is only about 300 quiet yards away. Go
to the end of your street away from the boulevard and turn left into
the rue St Claude. Walk 80 yards down to the end of it and you come to
the rue de Turenne, a major north-south artery through the Marais.
Cross it and go down the narrow street almost opposite - the Rue du Roi
Dore. That takes you out into the rue de Thorigny. The Picasso museum
is a few doors down and well sign-posted.
Dunno how you feel about him. It doesn't really matter: he dominates
the century and is so Protean and astonishing that you'll feel
different afterwards. His daughter left most of his personal collection
to the state and folk were astonished by how much there was of it. Not
at all dross or unfinished pieces by any means - some stuff so special
he kept it. Something for every taste. The Blonde and I went there last
summer for the first time. We were both phazed by it, and she doesn't
even like modern art. She thought.
More importantly, you will have seen inside a restored version of at
least one of the _hotels particuliers_ of the Marais. These are
essentially princely and ducal mansions of the 18th Century, which is
when the marsh was drained. Some belonged to early bankers. Their
architecture is a lesson in social history. A sweeping courtyard and
stables for carriages and horses, a hidden inner garden at the rear,
superb Palladian proportions and rococo decor, endless rooms to house
an extended family of great-grandparents, in-laws, cousins, servants
and hangers on.
You'll emerge drained after a couple of hours. Skip the cafe, buy your
souvenirs (postcards), then I think you'd better stroll back to your
hotel and lie down.
2ND HALF-DAY
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For the next afternoon, I think you might venture further afield
to get the scale of things and grasp the geography. Turn out of the
dog-leg of the rue des Arquebusiers onto the boulevard and walk about
200 yards down on the same side towards the metro Chemin Vert and the
corner of the Rue St Gilles. There's a 29 bus stop heading in the right
direction (Gare St Lazare) just round the corner. As on most main
routes they're every 5 or 6 minutes during the day. NB Not nearly so
frequent on Sundays, when they terminate at the Pompidou Centre. One of
my 2 or 3 all-time fave bus routes, actually, for one reason or
another. Prolly another.
Hop aboard and it rushes you through narrow streets and bus lanes
along the top of the Marais, past the Archives, misses the Pompidou
Centre, rue du Grenier St Lazare (look out for that blasted
restaurant), rue aux Ours, over the boulevard de Strasbourg and the
sex-shops of the rue St Martin, Forum des Halles, Place des Victoires,
old Bibliotheque Nationale, out on to the avenue de l'Opera, across the
Place of the same name, and up to the Opera building itself. Far, far
quicker than you could do it by metro. Get out beside the Opera
building - a recorded voice (rather nice!) announces the names of the
stops.
You're now standing in the rue Auber opposite the American Express
office. Cross the road (carefully!) and walk 20 yards down to the
corner of the boulevard. Glance over at the Cafe de la Paix and look
back to admire Garnier's 2nd Empire Opera. Proust compared it to a
ginormous wedding cake (with pink icing when the sun is right) and
General de Gaulle said that the Constitution of the Fifth Republic was
a bit like it: "a bizarre construction but one admirably suited to its
purpose".
Cross over the boulevard des Capucines - an experience in itself. Try
not to get arrested. Once on the other side, go a few yards back down
the avenue de l'Opera to the rue de la Paix. Stroll down it, admiring
the shops and their customers, and the passers-by, and out into the
rather awesome Place Vendome. Admire the obelisk, and the jewels in the
window of Van Cleef & Arpels.
The Ritz hotel is in the right corner near you. Recognize it by the
doorman - it isn't labelled Ritz. No prices outside either since _hors
classe_ establishments are exempt from laws controlling the display of
prices. The argument being that if you have to ask the price you can't
afford it.
Are you going in for a coffee? If not, stroll around the place and down
the Rue de Castiglione on to the rue de Rivoli. Turn right and marvel
as you walk down towards Concorde. You'll already be planning your next
and longer trip as you realise how many buildings you don't know but
want to see. Walk past the Rue Cambon where Henri Paul's car emerged
(the back door of the Ritz is at the top end). Just along four or five
blocks really to the immense place de la Concorde. There turn right at
the corner of the Hotel Crillon - now there's a REAL class place - and
into the Rue Royale. Walk up past Maxim's and over the rue du Faubourg
St Honore (Madame can visit the boutiques there another time - when you
win the Lottery) and up to the Madeleine, the society church.
You are now on the edge of the 8th arrondissement, home of the
President, the Rothschilds, Proust, etc. Here money doesn't talk: it
sings, accompanied by an orchestra. Tastefully of course. Walk around
the Madeleine. Go in even! But it's not really an exciting church
unless there's a concert on.
Behind it there is a flower market - one of many. Go up to a florist,
raise your index finger to indicate 'one' and say "Une rose, Madame,
s'il vous plait". She will smile broadly and say "Mais bien sur,
Monsieur" and invite you to choose one from the loose bucket, then wrap
it in cellophane, stick on a ribbon and charge you 20 or 30 Francs.
Turn and present it to your blushing wife. Cheap at the price. A
bouquet would be excessive. Less is more.
3. READERS' LETTERS
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Re your apology to Nick Bardsley. This seems a little (perhaps
deliberately ?) ambiguous. Is the emphatic case the one that means your
pruning/censorship makes it seem that Nick can't write English, or the
one that means it doesn't?
Kevin M. Buckley
[NOTE: True. Sorry. The trouble with being an ironist is that people
start spotting irony where none was intended. This is only slightly
less embarrassing than people taking your wildest sarcasms entirely
literally. Mr Bardsley can most certainly write elegant and literate
English, some would say in the leisurely, bookish style style of a
bygone era. (Ed.)
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Now I'm not sure about sites specific to voluntary societies in
Lancaster, but achieving effective searchability on the web is actually
quite simple. The most important thing is to understand how the
different search engines operate.
Visit this site for a tutorial:
http://www.northernwebs.com/set/index.html It details the policies of
all the major search engines, and how to build good websites keeping
the engines in mind. Many search engines rely on meta data, the hidden
text to be found in the source code, and is easy to use. Simply write a
short, catchy description and add a few choice keywords, and Robert's
your father's brother.
However, the most-used search engine, Yahoo! (attracting 57% of all
search engine traffic) operates differently from the rest. It is
content based and uses a submissions policy- so I hope you can write
good copy! There really is some very good advice to be found at
Northern Webs, and I'd heartily recommend it. Another excellent site to
check out is http://www.useit.com/, which offers superb advice on
website design, with the end user in mind. Excellent.
Hope this helps, and good luck!
Mark Elkins
BBC Education
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It was nice to see the great Frank Zappa getting a namecheck in the
last 'text. For those whose in whom you may have aroused an interest in
FZ, there are plenty of similar wisdoms in The Real Frank Zappa Book
(Picador paperback), a copy of which has kept me sane for several years
now. Musically, his back catalogue can be described politely as
labyrinthine, but I always find Broadway the Hard Way (a joyously
anti-Reagan outing from 1988) most satisfying.
Next thing I know, you'll be quoting Tubby Hayes.
LF Barfe, E7
lfbarfe@easynet.co.uk
The Picture Palace — cinema architecture fun for all ages
http://easyweb.easynet.co.uk/~lfbarfe/
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Salut. We saw you rowing in Paris in '70 - must have been a great
time, place and space!!
What is the story with the Inkytext?? what are the 'guidelines'
ideology or ???
Martin & Nina....
[NOTE: Good Grief! You make me sound an oarsman like Phil Payne. It
was only the boats in the Bois de Boulogne. Where did you get that
photo??? It's not still in cyberspace is it? The real question is who
took it. (Ed.)]
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4. SMALL ADS
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423105
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FOR SALE
Rockwell Technologies 56K LT PCMCIA Modem for laptop
Brand new, never been used - 60.00 (paid 99.99)
Contact: Val on ext.92167 or Keith on 855642
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FOLK, WORLD AND ROOTS MUSIC CDS FROM AUSTRALIA
Lancaster graduate Malcolm Fielding has recently launched a website
promoting the music of a variety of high quality acts based in
Australia. One or two of these acts hope to tour in the UK later in
2000. Visit the site to listen to sample tracks (in RealAudio format),
buy CDs online, or simply browse. Visit the site at www.indie-cds.com
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RUSKIN TODAY - WORLD PREMIERE AT LANCASTER UNIVERSITY
Thursday 20th January 7.30pm
RUSKIN TODAY
Coull String Quartet
Richard Edgar-Wilson (tenor)
Mendelssohn Quartet in D major Op 44 No 1
Sarah Rodgers The King of the Golden River (world premi=E8re)
Schubert String Quartet in D minor D810 Death and the Maiden
The King of the Golden River, an allegorical fairy tale by John Ruskin
(died 20th January 1900) can be appreciated as story, argument, protest
and the search for peace. Sarah Rodgers' song cycle draws on Ruskin's
own musical sketches.
There will be a pre-concert talk by the composer, Sarah Rodgers at
ppdk
price.
Tickets 10.00, 7.50 (9.50, 7.00 conc) Students 5.00
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CAR FOR SALE: Limited Edition 1.2i Vauxhall Nova Expression (only
4,000 made); 1993 (K-Reg), white 3-door hatchback, two lady owners who
have driven only 21,000 miles between them; full service history, taxed
until Feb 2000, MOT 'til August 2000, excellent condition. Impending
addition to family forces sale. 2,600 o.n.o. Contact 01524 844805
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REDUCED MEMBERSHIP TO LANCASTER HOUSE HOTEL HEALTH CLUB
If you're feeling guilty about eating too much over Christmas and
generally slobbing about then why not do something about it and join
the Lancaster House Hotel Health Club. If you join through the
Corporate membership scheme there's no joining fee and you only pay 25
pounds per month (as opposed to 40 pounds as an individual member). For
that you get free use of the swimming pool, jacuzzi, sauna and steam
rooms as well as the gym which is kitted out with running, stepping,
cycling and rowing machines. In addition there's extra discounts on
food and the hair and beauty salons.
We need three more people for our scheme and so if you want to join up
get in touch as soon as possible by emailing Sarah or Liz on
s.blackford@lancaster.ac.uk
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HOUSE TO RENT: 3 bedroomed furnished house available for rent in
Galgate, Close to schools, and University. Briefly comprising 3
bedrooms, lounge, four piece bathroom suite, separate dining room and
kitchen (fully fitted, gas central heating, gardens to front and rear,
off-road parking for up to four vehicles, would suit visiting academics
or postgraduate students. ?400 pcm, available from 1st March 2000.
Further details please contact k.gammon@lancaster.ac.uk or ring 594172
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"The Venue"
offers a wide selection of
Sandwiches, Batons & Continental Breads, French Pastries & Teabreads.
Speciality Teas & Coffees, Wines by the glass, Bottled Beers & Soft Drink
"Covent Garden" Soups
Daily Newspapers
"The Venue" is ideal for entertaining your guests, we accept cash,
cheque and even internal requisitions.
Takeaway orders can be arranged by contacting "The Venue" on x92277 We
look forward to welcoming you soon.
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