The Boy Who Never Saw Pictures

In the early 1960s two behavioural psychologists attempted to bring up a child in an environment devoid of pictures. But what, exactly, did they prove?... Imagine if, in infancy, your parents made every effort to ensure that you never saw a picture. This is what happened to the anonymous subject of ... Read More...

Some Remarkably Boring Postcards

Steerforth finds that some things can be so boring they exert a curious fascination... There is a point at which things can be so boring that they become interesting again. That applies to people too. When I was a student, I had a temporary job as an assistant in a reference ... Read More...

Their Lonely Betters

In this week's poetry feature, W H Auden and his debt to Robert Frost... At this time of year small piles of sand begin to appear along the seams of the sidewalks. The ants have awakened, and have begun their work. Who knows what is going on beneath our feet? Complicated ... Read More...

Fingernails Down a Blackboard

Even looking at the picture above sets my teeth on edge. This week's weird Wikipedia article looks into the science behind the world's most annoying noise... Scraping a blackboard with fingernails produces a sound which most people find extremely irritating. The basis of this innate reaction has been studied in the ... Read More...

Jack Buchanan: Last of the Knuts

Nige remembers one of the great entertainers... The Dumbartonshire-born Jack Buchanan (2 April 1891 – 20 October 1957) was one of the great comic actors and song and dance men of his time, and, to quote no less an authority than The Times, 'the last of the knuts'. The what? you ... Read More...

Do wine writers need qualifications?

Do you really need a certificate to pontificate about wine?Henry Jeffreys gives his thoughts on booze blogging... A little while ago I was reading the comment section on a wine blog, in which someone had written in to voice his displeasure that people could start blogs and pronounce on wine without ... Read More...

Dabbler Diary – Bombay Duck

I was twelve when we moved from the city to the country, and soon after that deracinating adventure my father drove us to the National Canine Defence League kennels at West Down, where we acquired a dog. My parents had already secretly sussed out the prime candidate, a mongrel pup ... Read More...