It is the perfect winter's day. Bon hiver. The sun leaked out of a swathe of blue sky, the wind took his paintbrush and dusted our pale cheeks pink. Armed with rubber wellies, a camera and high spirits, we took to the hill which led to Highgate Cemetery. It is a palimpsest of bodies, memories; … Continue reading Sunday
Life ain’t worth living without the one you love
“To love at all…
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up … Continue reading “To love at all…
Aisle seat 29G, somewhere between LA and London time..
Tweet I have been upgraded to Economy Plus. This has never happened to me before - probably something to do with the cheap airlines I frequent on which customers scramble to the boarding gate early to seat themselves as opposed to the composed seat assignment carried out by Virgin and Continental. Nothing is different in … Continue reading Aisle seat 29G, somewhere between LA and London time..
Spring breakaway
Tweet So here I am again: I find myself back in frisky Frisco, $35 and 5.5 hours later. My driver is Stephanie, a petite, charmingly crude final year student with devilish blue eyes and a wicked sense of humour. We are taking another passenger, a guy who is silent half the time and has his … Continue reading Spring breakaway
Feeling the Pop
Today I got a helix (top of my ear) piercing. Nothing special about that - but there is a unique attractiveness in knowingly mutilating your own body. Whenever I get a piercing done, I have to make the decision spontaneously. Obviously I will consider what I might like as I daydream in the preceding months, … Continue reading Feeling the Pop
today’s poem
Bicycles have two wheels, One for you and one for me. But fitting two on one small seat Has some difficulty. We'll ride around in the sun But eventually we'll get saddle sore And we'll go back to walking alone The way we did before.
