Forty
I went to a 40th birthday party last Saturday. It was full of stupid, sleazy media types braying like donkeys, desperate to be liked, to be younger than they were, to be thought of as important, to be everything other than what they were.
Browsing: Musings
Sex, Vogue & DC10
The sun sets in Ibiza at around 9.57pm, and as the moon comes up so do I, surrounded by a rush and heaving mass of vibrating bass, boom, boom, boom and in my head there, I go, you, me, I, he, all at once.
Haggis
As I passed below the mysterious Chanctonbury Ring, an Iron Age hill fort planted with a copse of beech trees bent north-east by the prevailing wind, I saw a figure stop at the gate I was approaching. He was waiting for me…
While You Were Asleep
Miss York is back with her sharpened pencil, musing late at night about words in our lexicon suffering the lash of society’s truculent tongue. To sleep, perchance to dream; ay, there’s the rub…
Liberace’s Air
He was talking to Katharine when I entered the restaurant, in that gallant, paternal way some older men of a certain character adopt when speaking to the young. He was certainly a character, with his bear-like frame…
Don’t Mention the War!
German humour; an oxymoron or a misunderstanding of language and culture? Tom Garton discovers that perhaps the Germans do have a sense of humour after all. No really, they do…
Wanderland
As we move inexorably into spring, roving explorer Harry Chapman pens a fond farewell to the winter months and that bracing weather phenomenon that carries with its crystalline flakes the ability to invigorate the soul.
Indecent Prepositions
Train travel; romanticised by writers from Paul Theroux to Graham Greene, hailed by many as the most elegant form of long distance travel, allowing one to escape from the foibles of the modern world. Or so we like to think…
On the Milieu of Overpriced Veg
Charlie Hill, author of The Space Between Things, reports on a vegetable-based scandal that has rocked the world of the organic eco-warrior. It is a sordid tale of deception, and one that will stay with you for many a moon…
Perils of the Party Season
Groan. It’s that time of year again, when we young, sprightly females are supposed to…
It’s Not Cricket
Armies of bleary-eyed people will be staggering into work in the next few weeks and…
A Political Musing
Just because something is done a certain way, and has been ever thus, doesn’t necessarily…