The Colonel toured Sleescale’s backstreet digs in his battered Transit van picking up our colleagues as if they were black economy workers to be delivered to building sites, cockle beeches or docks. Most of us [more…]
Ēostre My earliest memories of this time of year involve decorating eggs, going to the local park, and rolling them down a hill. Well, more of a small embankment than a hill, but the thought [more…]
Davies brought me breakfast in bed. Was it genuine concern or his army humour? I was in a bit of a state. His cooking wasn’t great. The culinary school that he relied upon seemed to [more…]
There always has to be a plan. Whether or not it’s a plan that will be carried through, that’s another matter, but plan this season there is. A large part of it is based on [more…]
Blake Edwards’ 1961 film Breakfast at Tiffany’s — loosely based on Truman Capote’s 1958 novella of the same name — was a showcase for Audrey Hepburn in her acting prime. (Ironically, Capote championed giving the [more…]
Il jouait du piano debout C’est peut-être un détail pour vous Mais pour moi, ça veut dire beaucoup Ça veut dire qu’il était libre Heureux d’être là malgré tout Il jouait du piano debout Il [more…]
A Queen’s Messenger had called through the night with a letter. Unhelpfully, I was asleep under a bed at the time. My colleague, Natasha, took the call but, also unhelpfully, had gone work before I’d [more…]
It’s no secret that, by now, we’re all heartily pissed off with this whole Covid business. I could write a litany of woes, some deeply personal, some widely shared and others purely observational that would, [more…]
We are together alone on the floor of Natasha’s Dolphin Square apartment. She has closed the curtains and sat on the opera glasses to attract my full attention. In doing so, she ended our nighttime [more…]
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