Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 27
If we’re ever in the same place at the same time, I’m the quiet one standing in the corner, keeping his own council, people-watching, shy (or even just plain rude). I might be in my own little [more…]
Travel
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 26
‘I hope that you’ve all studied logical positivism?’ Incarcerated in Paranaque Municipal Jail, part of Metro Manila’s southern urban sprawl, it is boily hot and dark. Thousands of pairs of pin prick brown eyes look at me [more…]
America
An Eventful Ride, Part Four
Bestie and I were sat in our booth at the gas station’s restaurant at Lee Vining, looking down over Mono Lake. I was still thinking about Clint’s brilliant film “High Plains Drifter”, for this weird [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 25
Where should an escaped prisoner escape to? You can’t go to the obvious place as, if it’s obvious, that’s where they’ll be looking for you. Some other places spring to mind, Paraguay, Switzerland? On receiving a letter [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 24
Maria Jessica Alfaro y Mincey graduated in Business Administration at the Philippine Christian University in Manila, having majored in Management. She was born on the 12 March 1964 and was therefore 27 years old on the night of the 29-30 June 1991, the [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 23
I can’t understand why some people think that they have a right to a family. Children are a blessing and a lot of hard work. Old fools of my age are beginning to wonder about [more…]
America
An Eventful Ride, Part Three
As I live in Cornwall where the temperature rarely gets into the mid seventies Fahrenheit and where , living as I do overlooking the English Channel, the ambient humidity levels are so high, 66% on [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 22
One of the better things that the ‘Anglo Philippine Friendship and Enterprise Company’ did was sponsor young people in their education and the earlier part of their careers. There’s a famous statistic that forty six world leaders were [more…]
Arts
Postcard from Lille, Part 21
Fancy a game of golf? I’ll warn you in advance that I don’t. I started playing golf when I was about nine, but from that point forward got worse and worse and worse. I’m sure [more…]