I fancy watching a movie, so google away and up pops Mike Leigh’s Peterloo, it looks worth a punt, for the life of me I remember next to nothing about Peterloo from my history, some vague idea about it being about a bunch of blokes from up north with pitchforks, and complaints … More Snowflake in the Rain
Truth Mark Twain said is stranger than fiction, because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities, truth is not. A chap by the name of Louis Hardin that I’ve recently read about seemed to have a life that echoed Twains adage rather well. Louis was born in 1916, in Marysville a sleepy little town in … More Howling at the Moon.
Winter has settled here in London and the clocks tick inexorably towards the end of another year. The people of London who in summer sported t shirts and shorts now wrap themselves in thick coats and scarves and wooly hats. The Cafes that grew in spring and flowered in summer, when tables and chairs spilled … More Gypsy
London November Three days of swimming has not got any easier or made me feel any fitter, I am still knackered and I see no improvement in the slightest. Clearly I was hoping for a fitness miracle and the reality is that there’s a long way to go. Day 4 and I am on my … More Speakeasy
OK today I am getting my arse in gear. I’ve spent the last few months talking to myself and anyone unlucky enough to be with me for more than five minutes about just one subject, my lack of focus and my lethargy/borderline miserableness doing anything about it. I moan about needing to do stuff ( … More Walrus
Autumn came too bloody quickly, I wanted more summer than England could ever muster and I felt the compulsion to give my carbon colossus wings. And so I jetted off to Lisbon for a long weekend and a last bit of European sunshine in early November. Hell I’ve wanted to see Lisbon for ages & … More London & Lisbon
A DNA kit arrives in the post, a gift from my Son, this kit promises if I spit into a little plastic tube and fork out £85 ( thank-you Saul ) to tell me where I come from. Now this is irresistible to me as my understanding of family history is patchy at best and … More Blood spit & years
Newtons law of universal gravitation states that two distinct objects each possessing mass will exert a gravitational force one on other, the closer these two objects become the greater the force of attraction between them. London, well into September and winter wants to remind me that summer is no more than a memory. A swirling … More 2391.
Koryfis is a rather beautiful little mountain in Greece, it’s not the grandest or the tallest, in fact at two thousand or so feet it may not even deserve to be called a real mountain, but nevertheless it is a jewel which rises high over the deep blue waters of the Gulf of Corinth. The journey … More The Mountain
Carnival in Notting Hill is steeped in a history that goes deep into my memory, I first went in my early twenties, fresh from the sticks, a country bumpkin new to the Big City. And back then I remember that first carnival as full of sunshine, of music and my own sense of wonder at … More Carnival Time
