The Sound of Silence
The week has passed noisily. Mahler, Shostakovich, life. I am on a bus. The woman next to me is, inevitably, …
Urban haven
The week has passed windily. If you find a blue sock, it’s mine. Wednesday lunchtime saw me walking down West …
Reasons to be cheerful
The week has passed as if it were five minutes, leaving many tasks, and even sentences, unfini In times of …
Autumn, valour and human leg slalom
The week has passed autumnally. Yesterday, deserted by the muse, I put out a twitter plea. ‘If you have any …
Lies, damned lies and black redstarts
Once upon a time there was a little boy who lied. He didn’t do it all the time. No no …