tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970746810324898604.post7844074346991947011..comments2023-03-22T07:01:56.428+01:00Comments on Lost On Time: Barry remorseejhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01582272075999298935noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970746810324898604.post-40676431028861504962019-06-04T23:57:08.525+02:002019-06-04T23:57:08.525+02:00I went to the Tate Gallery, now Tate Britain, when...I went to the Tate Gallery, now Tate Britain, when they had a Chess Day there about 30 odd years ago. Keene and his wife, his sister and Jackie's husband, Richard Eales, sat in front of me with, I think, David Spanier. (Oh and Hartston turned-up late). Several speakers sounded brightly, George Steiner, my fav, waxing lyrical, the Crucifixion getting dragged into a sentence about Kasparov. Madame Duchamp attended, an elderly wheelchair user. Barry Martin was teased by Keene whenever a joke - lay explanation I suppose - was needed during Ray's particular talk. This jarred a bit but I doubt anybody much minded. chessparrothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02697483093820689976noreply@blogger.com