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
On occasions my tendency to over-share has been remarked upon, rather often it has to be said with good reason. I will happily recount salacious tales that others with a better sense of decorum would keep to themselves, I like the shock value, the inappropriateness, but rarely if ever will I venture into talking about … More The Song & The Sea
At El Horreo the cafe a short stroll along along the road from my rooms on Rose Street the day has a reliable familiarity to it, at around nine am the cafe opens somewhat sleepily, like a rather grumpy middle aged man, here you can find me on most days taking my breakfast, always the same, … More The Cafe on Rose Street
The Spaniards who first colonised these islands in the 15th Century were so enamoured with their discovery that they named them The Fortunate Islands … More The Calima
Here in the House of the Fat Cat once you close the big wooden front doors you enter an oasis of coolness away from the heat of the day, the thick stone walls offer shade and muffle the sounds of the street, here you enter a different world. Il Casa del gato gordo is currently … More Pedro Denise & Me.
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
