Practically perfect in every way
Perfection is subjective. This thought occurred to me at about 9.21 on Friday evening. We were at the National Theatre’s …
I Like Lists
I like chocolate. I really like chocolate. I like, and I think I’ve said this before, letting a square of …
The Sound of Silence
The week has passed noisily. Mahler, Shostakovich, life. I am on a bus. The woman next to me is, inevitably, …
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 …
Define ‘interesting’
It’s the most harmless of questions. Or so you’d think. ‘Seen anything interesting?’ I’ve clocked him a mile off. It’s …
Apologies for Absence
When I resurrected this blog a few months ago, I swore I’d post every week, and I suppose this brief …
Walter Becker
Once upon a time, I was in a band. No laughing at the back. We were ok, as student bands …
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 …