Closing off the blog and the year with a post from “A Star is Born”. I saw it “at the movies” on Friday evening. Lady Gaga for the Oscars & Lady Gaga for President! The country needs her. Bradley Cooper can be VP. Continue reading “That Arizona sky.”
This wretched feeling has struck me again and left me at the mercy of the city. My footsteps have found themselves again, they have recognised the pavement, the sound of the streets, the parks. My brain has been inundated with the feelings and memories of all my interrupted stays in New York City throughout the years. The stopwatch of this new stay is on. One. … Continue reading Hello, Lover.
This is born in my heart, born in the pain of ending one life and beginning another, born in the excitement of continuing the search for life’s meaning. Some people do not have to search – they find their niche early in life and rest there, seemingly contented and resigned. They do not ask much of life and sometimes they do not seem to take … Continue reading Too gentle to live amongst wolves.
I must have been born to a gipsy father and a fair lady who would not be allowed to marry the love of her life and collapsed in sorrow. Together my birth parents decided to entrust me to the parents who actually brought me up as they knew this union would be safe by societal standards, my father a cheeky bugger who would only have … Continue reading The Caravan.
I ventured South of the river. En route to White Cube in Bermondsey, I discovered little quaint corners that shone brightly in the autumn light, underneath the brown and yellow leaves. I said to myself Bermondsey could be an option should I decide to buy a flat in London and settle. It’s close to the centre and retains a village-y sense, too. I found this … Continue reading South of the River.