Friday, October 17, 2008

The Importance of the Thank-You Letter

princess diana Pictures, Images and Photos

From The Times
December 27, 2007
'I appreciate your gift more than I can say'
Thank-you letters: the last bastion in an epidemic of discourtesy? They certainly make a big difference
by Valerie Grove

Have you written your thank-you letters yet? Mother’s words continue to dog most of us for life. They hover like a black cloud over the season of festive giving and partying. We all vaguely expect a letter of thanks, but find them a crashing bore to write. Thanks sent immediately are thanks redoubled, we were told. “No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks” – Saint Ambrose.

The thank-you letter is a last bastion in what Mary Killen (The Spectator’s witty social problem-solver) has called an “epidemic of discourtesy”. The postal strike this year did its best to kill off the personal letter, but for my generation, whose youth was punctuated with billets doux and penfriendship, a letter remains a tangible, portable, idiosyncratic and expressive form of communication. Princess Diana – who would now have been 46 – was probably one of the last of those well-brought up gels, or “chicks”, who never failed to write enthusiastic thanks in her girlishly round but emphatic hand.


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Saturday, October 11, 2008

The Return of the Old Etonian


Article by Christopher Hitchens, which Sloane Rangers will surely find riveting.
There are a number of reasons why America does not have an Eton. In order to evolve such a school, you have to start with a monarchical foundation in the mid-15th century. (King Henry VI simultaneously founded King’s College, Cambridge.) A few hundred years of feudalism and empire are then required, during which time 18 of the country’s prime ministers attend the school, as do countless generals, ambassadors, and colonial governors. A vivid legend of the three B’s—bullying, beating, and buggery—must spring up, imprinting itself thoroughly on the formative years of a ruling caste. The national poetry must show the school’s influence, from Thomas Gray to Shelley to Swinburne. Eton is not just where George Orwell went to school, there to be taught by Aldous Huxley, so that the future authors of 1984 and Brave New World could be in the same classroom. It is where Evelyn Waugh sends Sebastian Flyte and Anthony Blanche, the two most flamboyant figures of Brideshead Revisited. It is where J. M. Barrie sends Captain Hook. It is where P. G. Wodehouse sends Bertie Wooster and Psmith. It is where Anthony Powell, another Etonian, sends Nick Jenkins, the narrator of A Dance to the Music of Time. It is where Ian Fleming sends James Bond (expelled, unusually enough, for heterosexuality). It is where John le CarrĂ© evolved the concept of the honorable schoolboy.
It’s impossible to overstate the effect that the Eton mystique can exert on the most improbable people. All through the spring and summer of this year, a capacity crowd went every night to the National Theatre to see Jeremy Irons playing an elder statesman in Howard Brenton’s Never So Good. Brenton is a renowned ultra-leftist, but his moving play, which is about the life and times of the Tory prime minister Harold Macmillan, is unashamedly evocative of the double-distilled Eton legend.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Will's Cup of Tea

Image from the Vanity Fair article, with thanks.
Will’s Cup of Tea
For more than four years, Kate Middleton has navigated the perilous waters of being Prince William’s girlfriend, handling the snobbery, sniping, and spotlight without official support or guidance. As Britain’s odds-makers bet on a wedding, the author takes a look at the bonds—and the breakup—that cemented Middleton’s place in both the Prince’s heart and the Palace fold.

Read the article here and view a slideshow of Kate Middleton fashion photos here.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Sloanes Surf Cornwall


'Tessa, Alicia and Becca have just been surfing at Polzeath on the north Cornish coast. They are all 18, they all talk in a manner that would do the BBC World Service proud, they are all staying just a few miles away in Rock. And they all like my clothes. But…

“But?” I say.

“Well,” says Tessa, carefully. “Are they meant to be on you? Or, you know, on somebody younger?”

Ah. Ouch. Ah and ouch. For I am here, in the chicest, most Chelsea-est bit of Cornwall, to live out a teenage dream.'


Mannanan, God of the sea, mists and the otherworld



This Is North Cornwall reports on Polzeath and surfing schools here

An article on young Sloanespeak is
here