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Unlucky 13? The club that defied superstition
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Londonâs Eccentric Club at their own âThirteenth Lunchâ in 1936. E Dean/Topical Press Agency/Getty
Unlucky 13? The club that defied superstition
The inaugural meeting of the Thirteen Club, a group dedicated to flouting superstition, took place in New York on Friday 13 January 1882, says Sadie Stein in The Paris Review. There were 13 members present, and proceedings began at 8.13pm in room 13 of the building. Attendees passed under a ladder, before eating a 13-course meal â including a âcoffin-shaped lobster saladâ â under a banner reading Morituri te Salutamus (âWe who are about to die salute youâ). Guests were strictly forbidden from throwing salt over their shoulders; at later meetings, âopen umbrellas were addedâ. And it worked. A year later, the club secretary reported that âout of the entire roll of membership⌠whether they have participated or not at the banquet table, NOT A SINGLE MEMBER IS DEADâ.
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On the money
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Vast companies have crushed our entrepreneurs
The outline of contemporary history is already âcongealing in the minds of historiansâ, says Adrian Wooldridge in Bloomberg. It goes like this: the âage of neoliberalismâ began in the 1970s with Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan, was consolidated by Bill Clinton and Tony Blair and then collapsed in the wake of the 2008 financial crisis. Now, the theory goes, we are entering the âage of big governmentâ. This is not complete bunk, but itâs âbunkishâ. Despite all the talk of small government, spending cuts and free markets, the reality is that between 1980 and 2008, governments mostly got âbigger and more intrusiveâ. Perhaps it should be renamed the âera when people talked a lot about neoliberalismâ, but mostly âcontinued as beforeâ.
A more compelling way to understand these years is that the 1980s and 1990s represent an âage of entrepreneurialismâ, in which established giants like Pan Am and British Leyland went bust, and new start-ups like Apple and Microsoft took over. But that era is now finished, replaced by a new âage of consolidationâ in which vast companies are âincreasingly intertwined with big governmentâ. This is bad. Rather than offering better products and more choices, massive conglomerates prefer ârent-seekingâ â using their market power to boost profits. And they protect their patch by spending ever-larger sums lobbying governments: in the US alone the figure almost trebled from $1.4bn a year in the 1990s to $4bn today. And guess what? In 2023, antitrust merger enforcement hit a 20-year low. The problem is not âneoliberalismâ but giant companies, business-government alliances and lazy regulators. Time to break up the monopolies and unleash the âanimal spiritsâ of capitalism once more.
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Life
The Robertsons being rescued
The family that spent 38 days adrift in the Pacific
In January 1971, Dougal and Linda Robertson set sail around the world with their four children to âteach them about lifeâ, says Simon Hattenstone in The Guardian. They made it from England to the GalĂĄpagos Islands, taking in the Canaries, the Caribbean and Miami. But on their way to the Marquesas Islands in the South Pacific, 18-year-old Douglas heard a huge bang. âThen another. And another.â Their boat was being attacked by a pod of orcas. As they took on water, the family abandoned ship and piled into a small emergency raft. It immediately became apparent âhow hopeless the situation wasâ: they were hundreds of miles from land, with just 10 daysâ supply of water and food. On the raft they found a survival manual. The last page read, simply: âGood luck!â
After a brief argument over whether to say the Lordâs Prayer, the family took stock. They pledged not to eat each other, and decided against a (totally insane) plan for Douglas to row a dinghy 250 miles to land. Once their water stores had run out, they survived by drinking turtle blood â a method Douglas had read about in Alistair MacLeanâs novel South By Java Head â and sucking fresh water from fish eyes. They killed a shark with an oar and survived off the meat for weeks. Finally, after 38 days adrift, they spotted a Japanese fishing trawler and caught its attention with their last remaining flares. And incredibly, the nightmarish ordeal didnât put the family off the open seas. Douglas joined the merchant navy within two months of returning home; his father later built a yacht and set off on another round-the-world trip.
Love etc
Phwoar: Murray at the 2009 Australian Open. Clive Brunskill/Getty
Andy Murray makes me âweak at the kneesâ
âI blame 2005â, the year I graduated from university and Andy Murray played his first Wimbledon, says Claire Cohen in The Times. Here was a talented Scotsman, almost my age, leaping around the grass courts of SW19 swearing at himself. âSlice me off a piece of that haggis,â I thought. Back then, he had the sarky teenage humour and skinny indie boy looks âthat Smash Hits magazine told me were peak boyfriend materialâ. But it was only after he started hitting the gym in about 2009 that more women began to see Andy in âthat wayâ. How his biceps bulge when he pumps his fist triumphantly; the way his mouth makes a perfect rectangle when he shouts in celebration. Itâs âthe stuff womenâs secret crushes are made ofâ.
Not everyone gets it. A friend asked me recently: âdo you even fancy him when heâs pulling that ratty face?â Naturally, I reminded her that weâre bang in the middle of âwhat has been dubbed the hot rodent summerâ. And it isnât purely about aesthetics. That Andy is the ultimate millennial feminist ally is âa huge part of what makes him irresistibleâ. The press conference when he corrected a reporter who said Sam Querry was the first US player to reach a major semi-final since 2009 â Murray interrupted with âmale playerâ in his deadpan way â is âcatnipâ to women on social media. Heâs a family man, too. His emotional on-court tribute to his wife Kim at this yearâs Wimbledon was âtextbook heart-throb businessâ. Combine it all, âand itâs little wonder weâre a bit weak at the kneesâ.
Quoted
âIâm as pure as snow, but I drifted.â
Mae West