Hugo Brady Brown
@aodhbc.bsky.social
Consumes radio, newspapers, books and bread, in varying quantities.
Eastern Ireland. July 2023
Eastern Ireland. July 2023
'And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his meat was locusts and wild honey.'
The gospel today is written in Matthew, Chapter 3, beginning at the first verse.
The gospel today is written in Matthew, Chapter 3, beginning at the first verse.
December 7, 2025 at 4:28 AM
'And the same John had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his meat was locusts and wild honey.'
The gospel today is written in Matthew, Chapter 3, beginning at the first verse.
The gospel today is written in Matthew, Chapter 3, beginning at the first verse.
Deathless poetry:
There are two men in my life.
To one I am a mother,
To the other I'm a wife,
And I give them both the best
With natural Shredded Wheat.
There are two men in my life.
To one I am a mother,
To the other I'm a wife,
And I give them both the best
With natural Shredded Wheat.
December 7, 2025 at 2:12 AM
Deathless poetry:
There are two men in my life.
To one I am a mother,
To the other I'm a wife,
And I give them both the best
With natural Shredded Wheat.
There are two men in my life.
To one I am a mother,
To the other I'm a wife,
And I give them both the best
With natural Shredded Wheat.
"Is it possible there's no pomegranate molasses in the house?"
December 7, 2025 at 1:47 AM
"Is it possible there's no pomegranate molasses in the house?"
Reading a review from 2016 of a film recently seen (Draw on Sweet Night), I find this evidence that the rot set in at Radio 3 long before I noticed:
"(presumably the once great, now heavily "compromised" BBC Radio 3)"
"(presumably the once great, now heavily "compromised" BBC Radio 3)"
Classical Net Review - Wilbye - Draw on Sweet Night
The Classical Net web site offers a comprehensive collection of information and news on classical music subjects including articles and CD reviews, composers and their music, the basic repertoire, rec...
www.classical.net
December 6, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Reading a review from 2016 of a film recently seen (Draw on Sweet Night), I find this evidence that the rot set in at Radio 3 long before I noticed:
"(presumably the once great, now heavily "compromised" BBC Radio 3)"
"(presumably the once great, now heavily "compromised" BBC Radio 3)"
"Never say 'Pleased to meet you'. It's vulgar," she said, and wisely.
December 6, 2025 at 11:58 AM
"Never say 'Pleased to meet you'. It's vulgar," she said, and wisely.
This was pleasant, and happily the interview mentioned on the box is printed in the booklet, and is not in audio on the CD.
(Good name for the band.)
Gieuseppe Valentini: Concerti Grossi, Op.7
Chiara Banchini and Ensemble 415
(Good name for the band.)
Gieuseppe Valentini: Concerti Grossi, Op.7
Chiara Banchini and Ensemble 415
December 4, 2025 at 2:19 PM
This was pleasant, and happily the interview mentioned on the box is printed in the booklet, and is not in audio on the CD.
(Good name for the band.)
Gieuseppe Valentini: Concerti Grossi, Op.7
Chiara Banchini and Ensemble 415
(Good name for the band.)
Gieuseppe Valentini: Concerti Grossi, Op.7
Chiara Banchini and Ensemble 415
If I had to guess where Montagnolo Bleu cheese came from, I doubt if Germany would rank as high as my third guess.
See also: Cambozola
See also: Cambozola
What is Montagnolo Affine Cheese?
What is Montagnolo Affine Cheese?
Montagnolo Cheese (Montagnolo Affine) is a mild blue, triple-cream soft cheese from Germany. Crafted from pasteurized cow's milk and vegetarian rennet, this creamy …
www.cheese.com
December 4, 2025 at 1:54 PM
If I had to guess where Montagnolo Bleu cheese came from, I doubt if Germany would rank as high as my third guess.
See also: Cambozola
See also: Cambozola
Apophenia: we need to get that word off the page and into spoken English as well.
December 4, 2025 at 12:52 PM
Apophenia: we need to get that word off the page and into spoken English as well.
It is a pity that we have lost the real meaning of the idiom 'a curate's egg'.
(Is that like the Real Meaning of Christmas? - Ed)
(Is that like the Real Meaning of Christmas? - Ed)
December 4, 2025 at 12:46 PM
It is a pity that we have lost the real meaning of the idiom 'a curate's egg'.
(Is that like the Real Meaning of Christmas? - Ed)
(Is that like the Real Meaning of Christmas? - Ed)
Said tonight by a man in the know to be 'a most marvellous memoir'.
Wikipedia tells me the author lived in Terenure.
'The Last Serjeant' by A. M. Sullivan, the last of the Irish Serjeants-at-law, who died as recently as 1959.
London, 1952.
Wikipedia tells me the author lived in Terenure.
'The Last Serjeant' by A. M. Sullivan, the last of the Irish Serjeants-at-law, who died as recently as 1959.
London, 1952.
December 4, 2025 at 12:10 AM
Said tonight by a man in the know to be 'a most marvellous memoir'.
Wikipedia tells me the author lived in Terenure.
'The Last Serjeant' by A. M. Sullivan, the last of the Irish Serjeants-at-law, who died as recently as 1959.
London, 1952.
Wikipedia tells me the author lived in Terenure.
'The Last Serjeant' by A. M. Sullivan, the last of the Irish Serjeants-at-law, who died as recently as 1959.
London, 1952.
"I suppose if it had come first, it's Brobdingnag we would all know now and not that silly business of the little people. And who at all knows of the Houyhnhnms and the Yahoos?"
"Indeed, and who, except maybe Pierre Menard, ever penetrated far into Don Quixote? An odd man, mind you."
"Indeed, and who, except maybe Pierre Menard, ever penetrated far into Don Quixote? An odd man, mind you."
December 3, 2025 at 11:14 PM
"I suppose if it had come first, it's Brobdingnag we would all know now and not that silly business of the little people. And who at all knows of the Houyhnhnms and the Yahoos?"
"Indeed, and who, except maybe Pierre Menard, ever penetrated far into Don Quixote? An odd man, mind you."
"Indeed, and who, except maybe Pierre Menard, ever penetrated far into Don Quixote? An odd man, mind you."
Imagine if Cosima that morning had been like Sybil Fawlty.
"Turn off that racket!"
"Turn off that racket!"
December 2, 2025 at 12:25 AM
Imagine if Cosima that morning had been like Sybil Fawlty.
"Turn off that racket!"
"Turn off that racket!"
You always find you know more Bruckner than you think you do. Except when answering an examination question.
December 1, 2025 at 6:25 PM
You always find you know more Bruckner than you think you do. Except when answering an examination question.
Supposed to be immersed in Bruckner, I have stumbled into the addictive luxury of the Eton Choirbook. It's like drowning in fine honey.
A selection performed by the excellent Huelgas Ensemble.
A selection performed by the excellent Huelgas Ensemble.
December 1, 2025 at 1:50 PM
Supposed to be immersed in Bruckner, I have stumbled into the addictive luxury of the Eton Choirbook. It's like drowning in fine honey.
A selection performed by the excellent Huelgas Ensemble.
A selection performed by the excellent Huelgas Ensemble.
A dialogue novel. No second followed.
Messrs Faber might have difficulty publishing a novel like this today, what with one thing and another. Funny, nonetheless, when you bracket off that one thing and another, and clever (though perhaps too clever for these island cultures).
Messrs Faber might have difficulty publishing a novel like this today, what with one thing and another. Funny, nonetheless, when you bracket off that one thing and another, and clever (though perhaps too clever for these island cultures).
November 30, 2025 at 7:23 PM
A dialogue novel. No second followed.
Messrs Faber might have difficulty publishing a novel like this today, what with one thing and another. Funny, nonetheless, when you bracket off that one thing and another, and clever (though perhaps too clever for these island cultures).
Messrs Faber might have difficulty publishing a novel like this today, what with one thing and another. Funny, nonetheless, when you bracket off that one thing and another, and clever (though perhaps too clever for these island cultures).
It was the horses that were pigeon-coloured. I had misremembered it as the mud.
November 30, 2025 at 6:47 PM
It was the horses that were pigeon-coloured. I had misremembered it as the mud.
Having to go out on foot, but being detained here by Günter Wand's Bruckner is unhappy happiness. And yet it must be done before the rains arrive. Yellow warning to the south.
And the moral is: never play a CD.
And the moral is: never play a CD.
November 30, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Having to go out on foot, but being detained here by Günter Wand's Bruckner is unhappy happiness. And yet it must be done before the rains arrive. Yellow warning to the south.
And the moral is: never play a CD.
And the moral is: never play a CD.
They might be pleased in Guyana, I suppose.
November 30, 2025 at 2:02 PM
They might be pleased in Guyana, I suppose.