Made free with my Tate membership again today by seeing the Joshua Reynolds exhibition at Tate Britain. Very good, very good. Didn't know much about him beforehand, I have to confess. But I had come across a few of his sitters before - including the really-rather-fabulous-for-an-aristo Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire. Now there was a lady who blew a shit load of cash gambling, in between other more worthy political achievements.
The biography by Amanda Foreman is a riot, and fascinating. (who dear? me dear? socialist background? yes dear.)
And we 21st century things think we invented celebrity. Oh no.
I'm reading a biography of Dorothy Parker Lady D picked up second (possibly fourth of fifth) hand for a train journey, before she flew to South America. It's also great fun but I'm sorry, no one can drink that much and still be witty, can they? Can they??
Someone once asked her for a sentence using the word horticulture. Her reply was "you can lead a horticulture but you can't make her think".