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,…
A loss of menace
I love the Saatchi Gallery. It used to be on the Southbank but it is now housed in the Old…
The Trip
We were next to a golf club, for Christ’s sake. If they had known what was on their doorstep just…
The Accidental dinner party
The 1805 Pullman Service to Penzance in Cornwall departs every weekday evening from platform four at London’s Paddington Station. It…
The 1805 Pullman car from Paddington to Penzance
Time to go! The whistle’s blow, The starched linen, the liveried crew, Dancing down the aisle to serve you. Entrée…
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…
‘You are Americain?’
Nice. A pavement cafe. We were fresh off the plane. Still in London-mode: fast, buzzy, Alpha. We sat down at…
The smokers of San Luis Obispo
The car was a drop head Pontiac, chosen especially for the name and the sense of retro adventure that it…
We are all TV stars now
As a rule, I prefer face to face. But right now, all of our worlds are on the screen. And…
Second time around – the benefits of being a father again
I have a three year old daughter. I also have a 26 year old son, a 24 year old son…