Blogging will be late or light today, as I have an opportunity to lose my shirt at the races. No time to ruminate on the cancellation of various internal BBC "festivals"; the runners and riders for the BBC Trust chair (I think Roger Parry is a better bet for The One Show); or the much more significant news revealed in the TLS that Arthur Rimbaud, French poet and libertine, was an occasional drinker in the Yorkshire Grey, Langham St, W1. A pub recently celebrated by Sarah Kennedy's inventive mind as the Yorkshire Horse, a sort of confused conflation of various pubs where diminishing bands of past and present BBC employees hang out, in the true spirit of "festivals".
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