How to have a midlife crisis – by a real expert (Part 1)
A snowstorm rages outside my apartment in the Alpine ski resort of Meribel. I am on the phone to my…
The Blikkaba life
The road less travelled
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…
London
5am. Milkman rattling-carted clinking-bottled stop-starting up the avenues and roads, the streets and mews cobblestones. The timer on a million…
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 pursuit of happiness
Whoever said that the best things in life are free had clearly never sipped a Dry Martini in the American…
Signature
The cottage was just outside Braemar, self-styled capital of the Scottish Highlands. Up the road was Balmoral. This was whisky…
Don the Bastard
Haircuts. They are on my mind a lot recently. As my hair sprouts from my head in all directions except…
No longer feeding the fire
“I’d like you to write me a speech to help explain to my team why they aren’t going to get…