Tale of grim
I was feeling grim. In fact, if you’ve got a moment (and with due gratitude and apologies to Richard Curtis, …
Contractual obligations and autumn leaves
When I resurrected this blog a couple of years ago I made a sort of contract with myself. Every Sunday …
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Having a moment
I had a bit of a moment this week. Three, in fact. I’d been to Barnes to look for a …
The Sound of Silence
The week has passed noisily. Mahler, Shostakovich, life. I am on a bus. The woman next to me is, inevitably, …
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 …
Fringe benefits
The week has passed, cheering Mo Farah to the rafters, but keeping just enough breath in its lungs to propel …
Changing The Past
The week has passed, each day doggedly following the previous one, as if determined to thwart my dream of making …
Memories, ah sweet wossnames
The week has passed, refusing all offers of help as it staggered weakly to its close. Tempted by an email …
Billions of blathering buffoons
The week has passed, spending its time gawping open-mouthed at the events across the Atlantic, and pausing only to complain …
Colin Davis
I didn’t know Colin Davis. I should have, but I didn’t. I should have known him because he was a …