A writer is a professional spinner of lies. His job: to lay out the truth on a bed of magnificent lies so it is visible… »
Musings
Young guy, old girl
Overheard in the men’s, this conversation between two eight- or nine-year olds, as they wetted the dirt on their face at the washbasin…… »
Nice, very nice
Art, or anything close to it, is completely wasted on me. That’s a known fact. Still I went to an art exhibition at Gallery 286 in London the other… »
Life stops for no one
He dies, you die, I die; life stops for no one. Life stops only for the one who… »
My world, my universe, my well
Bournemouth is associated with two great personalities besides me: Geoffrey Boycott and Bill… »
Warmth… in a cold country
Racism I had been told, is a favourite pastime in England. They don’t seem to play that particular sport much over here in Bournemouth (pronounced ‘Bon-moth’, with unnecessary vehemence attached to the first bit), except for poking fun at Americans… »