The Night Train
Sleeper trains are glamorous. Cary Grant used one as an escape route from New York when he was being pursued…
The Blikkaba life
The road less travelled
The night swim
The boat was moored about 150 metres off the shore and the skipper had gone to bed. She took me…
Pint
Beer. Beer has been companion from the age of sixteen when I first discovered the stuff at Hudson’s the pub…
I’ll be at my club
There is an episode of the TV show Frazier where the insufferable snobs that are Niles and Frazier Crane vie…
A perfectly ordinary middle class childhood in the 1970s North of England
I come from a relatively short line of posh folk. We’re not really posh. More West Riding posh rather than…
Afternoon matinees and French cigarettes – a youth avoiding sport
York city centre. The Odeon cinema, row 20, seat 17. 3pm. Wednesday 27th February, 1980. The afternoon matinee is showing…
I look up and thank God I’m not on it
Pedn Vounder beach is as damn near the end of Western Europe as you can get. It’s pronounced Pedny Vander,…
At the raw bar with Cowpey
It is ten years ago this year that Chris and I travelled to LA for our dream gig. We had…
Catching the last flight
The Vulcan bomber. Possibly the most beautiful military aircraft ever built. Certainly the noisiest. It was the aircraft which patrolled…
Damaged goods
There is a line in the film “Genius” in which the ex-wife of the novelist Thomas Wolfe, rebuffs the sexual…