Things I can do: shin up the Stantons’ sycamore in 16 seconds flat; terrorise Taunton; ponder the meaning of Utopia; sleep soundly; walk on the wall round Wellington Gardens; lie on the rug and purr; slither…
That’s the name of the family in What They Want, Jill Barth’s story in story in Cat Tales, the anthology drawn from last year’s Book a Break short story competition. Quite a family, believe me…
That’s Al Stewart, by the way, who recorded The Year Of The Cat in the year of the cat, though it didn’t actually reach the shops until the year of the dragon. If he’d been…
That’s Al Stewart, by the way, who recorded The Year Of The Cat in the year of the cat, though it didn’t actually reach the shops until the year of the dragon. If he’d been…
No man is an island, entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well…
My daughter has a Picasso on the sitting room wall. You’re wondering if it’s original? Why, every bit as original as the Cézanne I have at home. But that’s beside the point. The point is…
It wasn’t planned, but we got to Cadiz just as the carnival was starting. As the Spanish skyscanner site quite rightly says, es un clásico entre los clásicos y entre los más famosos carnavales de España…
I’ve been travelling a lot recently. 122 journeys in the last ten days. And I don’t mean down to the local shops – I’ve been to Cyprus, Kenya, Poland, the USA, India, Greece… Outer space…
Though no longer an expat, at least not in Mayotte, I still get email alerts of new threads on the expat blog’s Mayotte forum. (Actually, Mayotte being French, ‘expat’ is something of a misnomer, but…
You can never be too careful who you write about. In One Green Bottle there’s a passage which I thought quite inoffensive, where a couple of young boys ‘borrow’ their uncle’s rifle and go out to…