Brits in the USA

It occurred to me today that I am in fact a slave to the blog as surely as I have been a slave to my career in the past. After a half ...

I'm not sure if I've ever been a real fan of anyone or anything in particular. Real fans are scary. They are borderline stalkers, ...

One of the main advantages of being self employed is that I don't have a boss, although I work for people. In the words of Bob Dy...

I wonder if an artist has ever taken the time to sit down and paint a portrait of American life. If he or she did it might look something ...

The waterways round these ways can be unremarkable and yet evocative at the same time. I meandered in lazy circles trying to find somewhere ...

Checking out some  old vids the other day it struck me there was a time when everybody seemed to want to shamelessly ape John Lennon. ...

Her name was Brenda and it suited her. I saw her chins marching ahead of her before she showed up and she peered at me through thick murky s...

I confess I can get rather grouchy about inconsequential things at times. The screen on the laptop that was broken by a wayward child, the f...

A recent well observed posting by my good friend Abi at Happy Frog , brought back memories I thought I had left behind somewhere, and not in...

I never thought I'd finish a novel. A couple of previous attempts led nowhere. There were the few ragged pars I send to a guy called Ian...

Sometimes in my dreams I have an odd vision of a rotund man being chased around by scantily clad girls at double speed. Policemen and vicars...