I'd have enjoyed that, Robbie.  He was no fool; knew when something was just fakery.  Also good on modern architecture in terms of how a kind of Soviet style managed to find its way into the western world: the UN building?  Fascinating on Duchamps, Oppenheim et al.

This is so pathetic it isn't worth answering.  In fact, fuck off.

Have a look at my comments away from 'Talk Ivy'.  Not Suitable For Work...  before you make a complete twat of yourself.

A few years ago I was in Harrods book department and came across Twas the night before Christmas as a pop-up book.My daughter must of been about seven or eight at the time and I immediately bought given that it was so beautifully illustrated with the pop-ups as silhouettes.
As I work in a creative industry the cardboard engineering is something I really appreciated.
It has now become a tradition that I read it to my family just before we go to bed on the 24th. Followed closely another family tradition - my daughter reminding me that we're Jewish!

In the same thrift shop, years ago, during their “best of the season??  sale (when they sell the great items donated by really rich people) I found a first edition, pop-up book signed by Edward Gorey. The Dwindling Party.

Yes, we'll be reading 'A Christmas Carol' and, probably, extracts from 'The Pickwick Papers'.  We always watch 'Scrooge' with Alistair Sim on Christmas Eve. 

I intend reading more verse in the New Year.  Poets like Housman and Edward Thomas.

Housman: 'Into my heart an air that kills...'  One of our half dozen greatest poets.

I just spent the afternoon reading up on David Irving. Wow.  The fact that Holocaust deniers even exist always seems to me to be an unconscious admission by the denier of their actual belief in the Holocaust; only something as patently obvious as gravity, a round earth or the Holocaust could be the subject of denial. The Holocaust requires weak people to deny it—- not because it never happened - but because it is too hideous for them to acknowledge it happened. In some perverse way, the highest form of acknowledgment is a bunch of losers saying ‘No! NEVER! This never happened— I won’t accept that reality!!’

Whether you're interested in the subject or not, treat yourself to 'Beer And Skittles' by Richard Boston, once a journalist on 'The Guardian' and a great humourist.  I expect it helped.  I've read it several times.  Any pubgoer on here should find it a joy.