It’s now not just officially Autumn but my garden here in Lewes UK agrees. It has decided to prove that Autumn can be every bit as colourful as Summer and, this year, it looks better than ever. I’m enjoying the…
I was at the the Poetry Society’s Poetry Café in Covent Garden, London on Friday for a poetry event hosted by my publishers, Ward Wood Publishing. I’d never been there before thinking that it might be a rather forbidding environment…
Last weekend, I spent some encouraging and depressing time in London. Encouraging because I was attending two terrific events and two great London institutions – Tate Britain and the National Theatre. Depressing because both places were putting on work by…
Yesterday, I wrote about my trip to the great little town of Whitstable. It was a few weekends ago, when summer was still with us here in the UK and I was on a weekend jaunt around the coast of…
I am writing this with the central heating turned on at home in Lewes, UK. It’s a rainy day and it is difficult to understand how only two weeks ago I visited the Kent seaside harbour town Whitstable on a…
Private Chris MacGregor, 24 Pictures speak louder than words. These powerful portraits by photographer Lalage Snow show British soldiers before, during and after their eight month tour of duty in Afghanistan. What a difference a year makes. What a difference…
Over the weekend I received two copies of Cinnamon Press’s latest anthology, Reaching Out – a book of poetry and short stories which contains one of my poems, Home Movie. It felt good handling these rather smart paperbacks and it…
I’ve had a posh new photograph portrait taken now that I’m only a month away from the publication of my novel. Even though I’m not known to be shy and retiring, I actually dreaded having to sit for this because…
I like our Royal Mail, I like James, our postman too. I’m impressed by our local sorting office and I have no complaints about our excellent daily mail service. I’m sad to see yet another British institution wrecked by government…
Marcel Proust (1871-1922) – altered image by Donald Langosy I’ve taken to my bed with the ‘flu and, mostly, it’s been an unpleasant affair and I’ve not been nearly as productive as that most famous bed-loafer, Marcel Proust (1871-1922) who…