The Riddle of the Stains
Once up a time proper chaps and chapeseses spoke in RP, the BBC’s Received Pronunciation. Or we were supposed to, anyway. It was designed, created, invented even, when for the…
The smell of freedom
Patchouli used to be the smell of the tribe. It’s a dark, earthy smell that’s hard to describe because it meant so many things. There’s a coldness to it too,…
The shining plain
Into my heart an air that kills from yon far country blows. What are those blue remembered hills? What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I…
Along With Anne of Green Gables
I never read Anne of Green Gables. I remember seeing it on TV but about the only salient details that stand out now, rooting through the dusty attic of memories…
Stranger than fiction
Stranger than comedy, anyway. I was sitting in a pub at the end of last year talking with a man known in the foodie community as The Sausage King, but…
Low Tone
Back in 1995 I got a saxophone for Christmas. I thought it was a shotgun. It was an easy mistake to make, the kind that could happen to anyone. We’d…
The meaning of meaning
This has been a strange, unsettling week when I have made excuses to myself not to get down and do some real keep-going-till-you-can’t writing again, the kind I was doing…
On Amazon
Another Nice Review I must admit I found the first few pages of Not Your Heart Away a little hard going, but I have learnt that this does not always…
Cutting down
And cut…. Writing a film script is nothing like writing a book. I put together what I thought was a film script for Not Your Heart Away in a month…
No habla Espanol
I’m just starting to learn Spanish. I like the sound of it. And I like the poetry and pathos of the contents page of my Teach Yourself Spanish book. It’s…