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...moment. What Hockney really wants to talk about lately is smoking. To his immense annoyance, the British government plans by 2008 to ban it in nearly all workplaces, in restaurants and even in pubs that serve food. A few weeks ago, leading me around his sturdy brick house in Bridlington, a British seaside resort town not far from where Hockney was born, he's steaming. "You know that Hitler didn't smoke?" he asks suddenly, as though daring me to disagree that this alone might explain der Führer's lust for world conquest. Last fall on British radio Hockney...
...rolling farmland he has known since childhood. And he has gone native again, just as much as he ever did in California, although this time it's in the place he's native to. In California Hockney was all about brightly striped shirts and mismatched pastel socks. Bridlington Hockney goes in for charcoal tweeds and plaid slippers. The blond hair has gone gray. The big round eyeglasses have been exchanged for wire ovals. His socks match. Hockney has begun looking like a man who has found his psychological default mode. It's the eternal English householder...
...central authority in control. Casualties are mounting; more than 1,100 U.S. soldiers have died. How many more tragic family bereavements must there be before logic prevails and our leaders get in touch with reality and decide to cut our losses in this no-win situation? Ron Wood Bridlington, England...
...authority in control. The casualties are mounting daily; more than 1,100 U.S. soldiers have died. How many more tragic family bereavements must there be before logic prevails and our leaders get in touch with reality and decide to cut our losses in this no-win situation? Ron Wood Bridlington, England...
...Young people are being thrown on the scrap heap. We have to take the fight for jobs into the streets!" As Scargill stepped back from the podium, his audience of 2,000 Young Socialists jumped to their feet and broke into wild applause. Assembled at the seaside resort of Bridlington for their annual conference, the young foot soldiers of the Marxist left spent three days berating the established order. They joined in choruses of the worldwide revolutionary anthem, the Internationale. After each refrain, they raised their fists in a defiant salute and chanted: "Thatcher...