Mazey Day
This coming Saturday it will be Mazey Day in Penzance. I have not been to Penzance for three years, and…
Life’s pleasures – number 3
What I want to know is, when did it become “eccentric” to have a bath? The perpetrator of this odd…
The History Man
I recognised Jeffery the moment he walked through the door, even though I hadn’t seen him for forty-four years. He…
Hitch-hiking to Istanbul
July 1982. Our plan was to hitch hike to Istanbul over the course of a month. We were fresh out…
London
5am. Milkman rattling-carted clinking-bottled stop-starting up the avenues and roads, the streets and mews cobblestones. The timer on a million…
C’etait un rendez vous
I returned to Knightsbridge to report the bad news. The road from Luton to London was just under an hour’s…
Art house love affair
During the pandemic we have watched lots of films but the TV screen can never replicate the experience of plush,…
The notebooks
When my grandmother died, my mother and I cleared out her flat. I made straight for the bookshelves. In amongst…
The art of lunch
If everything goes according to plan, we will soon emerge, blinking, back into the daylight of the physical world and…
The pursuit of happiness
Whoever said that the best things in life are free had clearly never sipped a Dry Martini in the American…