telephone 01-580 3615 or 01-636 0808 Most Europeans believe that all Indian food is hot. At GAYLORD you will discover remonstrated against elements of the revolutionary left for the manner in which they showed their disapproval of the stalinist/police alliance left us looking, in the eyes of those who do not know us, as being apologists and defenders of stalinist methods.
This we accepted as being an aberration momentary departure from the lairly high level of revolutionary journalism that B.D. has attained. But once more the very short letter we sent to correct this isre presentation of our views was cut to an minutesmally minute quote and placed in the margin of BD columns along with the printers' name ana adoress.
This is not good enough. We ask you to print this letter in full. We hope that this brief foray into bourgeois type editorializing ceases.
Yours fraternally, 79-81 MORTIMER STREET, LONDON, W.1. (Near Oxford Circus)
For Table Reservations please Open Seven Days a Week Noon to 3 p.m. - 6 p.m. to Midnight Each dish has its own distinctive flavour and aroma which cannot come from any curry powder but from spices which are added to the food at various stages of cooking. The blending-in of these spices is a centuries-old craft and is indispensable to the cuisine of Northern India. The food is prepared by expert chefs who have been 1964-5 will be familiar with Gaylord who had the distinction of managing the Indian Restaurant on behalf of the Indian Government and gave a very grand display of Indian gastronomical art in its true perspective.
that while many of the dishes are well spiced, others are very gently flavoured. Much of the food is cooked on charcoal in clay ovens and as soon as you have eaten your first dish in this spacious, elegant restaurant (no pungent cooking smells here), you will realise why GAYLORD has become London's top Indian restaurant in such a havlore alca invitoe specially brought from India; Those who visited the New York World Fair in
Paul Johnson better known as Editor of the New Statesman, will go down in the footnotes of history as The Man on Christian Name Terms with more Famous Men and Women than any other of his generation. But we shall never now how much of the reciprocated civilit vas a gesture of contempt. In the Guiness Boo of Records Mr. Johnson will be more simply recorded as one of the last Englishmen to call the childrens' bedroom "the night nursery". And if Johnson's expressions (let alone tastes) are Victorian, so too are his principles. His moral point of view is distinguished mainly by the impoverished vocabulary in which it is expressed. But at least he sometimes changes "wicked" to "evil"; when he speaks of women (Liberation Workshop note) there no on the single word "pretty" It is distinguished also by the failure to tell us the source of his principles. Since Paul is a Catholic after a fashion, the Pope might be thought his source of guidance. But since Pope Paul became "that old humbug" for condemning the Israeli reprisal raid on Beirut Airport, Paul may be his own Pope, relying on direct access to divine guidance: though God is surely not so wrathful as to wish, as does Mr. Johnson, Conor Cruise Norien "alled, Peineed, boiled and ten would recommended a vendetta against Private Eye if the latter, as it often does, had "libelled" HIM.
VULGAR SOCIAL-DEMOCRAT
In addition, his political philosophy amounts to the vulgarest reformism, stood on its head give us the vulgarest idealism. We have only to look at the ten columns he recently used to amuse himself with his musings on The Next Hundred Years (NS, 28.3.68).
The subject of his yapping disquisition was a splendid opportunity; but something like a seizure (or Fabian rigor mortis?) prevented him from seizing it.
Paul is a social democrat, and therefore assumes that capitalism will still be with us in AD 2070: he writes of "private detectives" and "commerical spies", though somehow "class differences will have merged" - which is only to say that Paul fervently hopes there will be even more mystification about class than there is at present. He is certainly not rude to Ritz waiters in order to increase their revolutionary consciousness.
The sordid world of economic life scarcely exists for Johnson (who lives in Iver, Bucks, and dines at the Beefsteak Club), and he believes that "attitudes and assumptions matter more than gadgets". That is to say, attitudes and assumptions drop from the skies, and the material life of man ("gadgets") is beneath contempt. This basic fallacy is responsible for the wretched rag bag of prophecies this elegant liberal produces concerning the state of the CHRISTI desman