Posts tagged ‘British Museum’

April 10, 2015

Clarkson frontrunner for new British Museum director

by philapilus

It’s thought that Clarkson will turn the famous round reading room into a motorcycle ‘globe of death’

It has emerged that disgraced Top Gear presenter, Jeremy Clarkson, has become the bookies’ favourite for the soon-to-be vacated top job at the British Museum.

Speculation grew after Clarkson pulled out of a scheduled Have I Got News For You appearance, and simultaneously took out some books about pyramids from the children’s section of his local library.

Jeremy’s friend admitted yesterday that “JC just wants a bit of time to brush up on his knowledge of world cultural history. Which is dire.”

Sajid Javid, MinisterĀ for

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October 7, 2012

Arts Round-up with Sian Brewell

by philapilus
English: David Beckham Nederlands: David Beckham

“That titan Praxiteles himself would weep at the challenge of crafting his likeness”

As I sipped a fine 1963 Fonseca port last night, I had cause to meditate upon the execrable decline of civilization in that most important of all its manifestations, the visual arts.

None but the most plebocratic of philistines, or mediocre slouches who were happy to achieve a 2:1, can possibly deny that the drearily exhaustive lists of scientific successes through the ages are nothing compared to that existential jouissance one experiences when standing before a great masterpiece of art.

One feels impelled to fall to one’s knees and to remain in supplication, willing and ready to be entered by the gloriously satisfying and engorged organ of the power of art, one is left helplessly moaning, as its thrusting, pulsating delivery of aesthetic fulfillment motivates one to cry out with delight.

So it was very much with a lust for that highest of artistic penetrations in mind that I considered what is available to the discerning viewer today.

Beginning with Bronze at the Royal Academy, I knew as soon as I went through the door that no matter what was in the galleries before me, nothing could compare with a memory of David Beckham’s sensually masculine chest, glimpsed upon a poster on the bus.

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