Pay attention to things written on walls, ok? Good news! Fafa has arrived in Engaland. She’s sitting here with me now. Here is mi madre: I took an overnight coach from Victoria Station to Manchester Airport and fetched her. They were working on the tracks, so rather than a train, we had to take a… Continue reading Untitled
Month: October 2012
maybe I’ll retire to Scotland…
Well, this is exactly what I was afraid of. ‘MIGRANTS RUSH TO GET OUR JOBS’, indeed. Had a very odd experience on the train from York to Durham yesterday, and it’s had me thinking ever since. There was a young man sat opposite my mother and me, and he had a series of long conversations… Continue reading maybe I’ll retire to Scotland…
when the door opens, go through it…don’t think…just go in
Some of the readers of this blog put up with my ridiculous attempts at humour just so they can read posts like this. I don’t avoid serious topics here, and if something bothers me enough, I’ll kick an idea around for a week or two and eventually handle something with a bit of depth. Don’t… Continue reading when the door opens, go through it…don’t think…just go in
pay attention and then do things and then have some milk
Let’s start with some guilt, eh? Guilt-orama, actually. This clock has some script under it, and you think, ‘Well, there’s as good a place as any to go for wisdom.‘ So? Here’s what it says (in case you can’t find your spectacles): No minute gone comes ever back again Take heed and see ye nothing… Continue reading pay attention and then do things and then have some milk
time to join the @elaine4queen Admiration Society
You all know @elaine4queen, right? If you don’t, you should. She’s like the very best thing bout the Tottenham Riviera. She and her dog Poppet are the best hosts in the entire history of hosting. There was even a statue of a goat in our journey. And, as you well know, you can’t always expect… Continue reading time to join the @elaine4queen Admiration Society
Left Hamburg nearly two weeks ago, but I cannot stop daydreaming about it
The first few days in Hamburg were so rainy that when the sun finally came out I purposely went on a walk through one of the nicest parts of the city. Purportedly, there are more bridges in the Hanseatic city on the Elbe than there are in Venice, but I still don’t know if that’s… Continue reading Left Hamburg nearly two weeks ago, but I cannot stop daydreaming about it
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One of my favourite bloggers and even more favourite people. Check out @elaine4queen’s most recent blogpost on weed.
not too late in the year to eat out on the terrace
If they write something about me after I’m gone, I hope it at least makes passing mention to my love of autumn. It’s so much a part of my story that I can’t help but get choked up at the thought of it. When I was a teenager, I listened… Continue reading not too late in the year to eat out on the terrace
travelling with Out of True as it was intended
So, one day in the mail, this little green book arrived. Poetry? Who reads poetry these days? Oh, I know. Guy Clark does. He says this in one of my favourite of his songs: ‘Here’s a book of poems I got From a girl I used to know I guess I read it front to… Continue reading travelling with Out of True as it was intended
going home (if there even is such a thing)
This might be a bit strange- this blogpost. Yes, I’m aware my writing can be odd on a semiregular basis, so this isn’t necessarily the most shocking opening gambit, but nevertheless…you’ve been warned. See, I want to ask one of those big questions that blogging really isn’t capable of tackling. This is a novel-sized theme.… Continue reading going home (if there even is such a thing)