So here I am sheltering under some scaffolding in Covent Garden trying to avoid the pissy rain. It has already turned the dapper gent that I imagined myself to be when I set out earlier in the morning into a bedraggled soggy mess. Next to me in a fire exit doorway sits a homeless chap … More Have I got news for you.
Akka Mahadev, 12th Century Karnatakan Poet, who went around naked. Clothes she felt were aesthetically unnecessary. I like the sound of her & was also rather struck by her idea that every woman is a poem. Here’s one slightly silly rhyme I’ve knocked up. with apologies to Mahadevi. The March of time wears down hard … More Women are Poems.
New tales beckon from the year to come Lay the old days to rest with the year end sun laughter and memories remembered reveries A candle lit and a glass or two raised To old friends lost or simply mislaid Lets meet one day and recount our tales Of madcap adventures and lost holy grails … More N.Y.E
And then comes rain says Elisa, magical rain. As I read her post on FB and look at the picture that accompanies it I can’t help speaking out loud: Try London in February, you’d not be thinking magical at fucking all, there’s buckets of the bloody stuff teeming down day after day, there’s no magic … More Magical Rain
Saturday night London, what will it hold this City of more than seven million souls on this first evening of reimposed lockdown? Taxi’s here shouts Sam, I am the last out of the house & into the taxi, it’s a nine mile journey from a North London house into Town, we are all in masks … More Satnite
Let me tell you this Covid 19 business can take away a mans smile – it’s certainly done for mine. I shall elucidate, but firstly let me say that I know some people out there are really struggling as the pandemic plays out across the World & my issues, well they are in essence no … More The Faraway Teeth
It comes as a surprise to me that once again I have Boris Johnson to thank for something. This time an October evening looking out from a garret room over the rooftops of North London. I never really imagined thanking him for anything at all, but its not the first time, that zip wire fiasco … More By Moonlight
Six months spent on the Island of Tenerife comes to an end unreasonably quickly, no sooner did it feel that I arrived than I am leaving again. The reason I came was to escape Covid by getting far away from London and parking my fat ass on an Island in the Sun, one full of … More Island to Island
Lockdown has provided months of time, all be it unsolicited for quiet reflection & introspection. It has also brought me many nights filled with dreams and the time to look at them. The latest of these I now feel compelled to write about, I apologise in advance for doing so. Me and dreams go back … More Dream Detective
La Casa Del Gato Gordo, Canary Islands, April 4th 2020. Dear Son, Well it’s morning on day 22 of my lockdown. I just had my breakfast. Yesterday afternoon was glorious, the first really warm day where I managed to get up on the roof terrace and soak in the sun for a couple of hours. … More Writing Home 2