“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





26 May 2013


The tireless Milton Wordley has just sent me this, his final phone snap of Howard Twelftree, taken a fortnight ago.  Howard was on his last official function, judging the Duke of Brunswick pub Quince Off.  The Juke was his local.  It's like the Brit or the Ex was twenty year back.  Howard sacked the other judges because they "knew fuck all about food" and handed the bling to Derek and Lavina for their quince curry. That's Warts - Chris Waterman - on the right hand of God.


Joss Young said...

He would have loved the attention!!

Timothy John said...

Howard used to get on my goat and my quince about most things...no wonder I loved the man! :)

Christine Beal said...

Thanks Philip

Anonymous said...

He looks like David Wynn! Pete

David Wynn said...

He looks like Moondog!