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.
Saturday afternoon at a seafood restaurant in Covent Garden where I decided to go because the memory of their food as served in Portsmouth last summer, when things were still sweet, lingered in my mouth. I look out the window and notice the people sitting outside at the brasserie across the street. There’s a lady puffing a cigarette looking bored and a couple of guys … Continue reading Why you should always sip your coffee in the rain.
Jazz is the best kind of music there is. I think so. I feel so. Otherwise, I cannot imagine why I’m sitting at the bar at The Ned waiting for my table – thank you very much – listening to jazz, and feeling like. Feeling like a New Yorker in the 1930s. It’s official – reincarnation is real and I must have been a regular … Continue reading Jazz Deja-Vus.
As you are conceived and born into this world, I would like to think there will still be sufficient beauty around when you arrive for you to understand this place and why it has been created to begin with. I will make sure that as you grow up you will be able to run barefoot down country roads, unsettle the dust and make your way … Continue reading To my children.