Magical Rain

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

Satnite

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

The Faraway Teeth

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

By Moonlight

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

Island to Island

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

Dream Detective

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

Writing Home 2

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

Writing Home.

La Casa Del Gato Gordo, Canary Islands, March 26th 2020. Dear Son,  So this lockdown business, what a fucker isn’t it,  I had plans, lots of plans & they’ve all gone tits up. It galls me somewhat that instead of being in India I’m 9244 kilometres away from where I intended to be & am … More Writing Home.

Love Locks

The first time I remember seeing padlocks on a bridge was in Paris, on the Pont Des Arts, which straddles the Seine close by Notre Dame. When I got there I was amazed, this bridge was covered in thousands and thousands of padlocks. … More Love Locks