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A Riot of a Time

Ramadan ended a few weeks ago. Due to the lockdown it was tougher than usual.  Staying at home to fast all day, and the celebratory meal when darkness finally falls had to be eaten without… 

Pig’s Head Brainwave

It’s generally admitted that if you live in a glass house, it’s not a great idea to throw stones. By the same token, if you live in a Muslim country, it’s not very wise to… 

My Dog is a Cat

There’s a scene in the film The Eyes of War where Colin Farrell’s character says something to the effect that anywhere that’s fucked up in the world today, you can bet that either the French… 

The Women of Mayotte

Flying back from Mayotte once, I was sitting next to an elderly woman whose daughter and two grandchildren were on the other side of the aisle. We got to talking and I asked her if… 

The discreet charm of tatty sleeves

GD’s discussion of the Sikhote-Alin meteorite on the Writers’ Co-op got me thinking, in a roundabout sort of way, about naked torsos. Actually, his post isn’t about the whole meteorite, just a bit of it… 

Y is for ylang-ylang

Number 25 in The A to Z of the Writer’s Affliction, part of the A to Z blogging challenge. I’m hardly an expert in perfume, but I fully understand why the ylang-ylang is a sought…