Tim had an unfailing ability to be able to echo locate a party at will, in fact it was a given that were you to be at any decent party on a Saturday night anywhere close to Portobello Road then there you would find Tim. 

Remarkably Tim’s party nose even worked in India, A friend of mine he announced is having his 50th Birthday party down at OM beach, it’s a weekend thing, should be quite good why don’t you come? … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 12

Two hundred years after the Poet John Keats wrote his Ode to Autumn my September back in London feels like an echo of his words. He called it the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, on a Sunday morning walk on Hampstead Heath I am kicking though the fallen leaves like an eight year old. … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 11

Airport Arrivals are just the best places for me, in the unlikely scenario that I were to come face to face with an Alien and be required to explain what it is to be a human being I can think of no finer place to take them to demonstrate than the arrivals section of Heathrow … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 9

I step out of the plane and immediately a warm blast of air hits me, the kind you only find south of the tropic of cancer, it carries with it the scent of India, all spices and sunshine and together they bring a big smile to my face. Next its a scrummage to get through … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 6

Meanwhile on the home front my wife, whilst living elsewhere had developed a habit of dropping by the house unannounced, this I found deeply disturbing, I was just trying to hold my shit together and then she would turn up out of nowhere. Whilst it was just as much her place as mine seeing her … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 5

Undeterred by my tangle with lipstick Leanne the lady with the probing tongue a few days later I set off to a pub in Primrose Hill for a date with Roxanne, a thirty-five year old North Londoner, half Italian & half Iranian. She is tattooed and has big brown eyes, OK she also also has … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 4

A week later I return to the office, plonk my ass behind my desk and survey my little kingdom, I’m the boss at the site where I am based and nominally responsible for nigh on a hundred people up and down the country, for this I earn a six figure salary.  As I sit there … More The Confessions of a Rambling Man Chapter 3