I’m excited to find out that my novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love is now available on Kindle and that the publishers are selling it at a special festive price for a limited period. If you want to order it…
Adoration of the Shepherds by Nicolas Poussin I love Christmas Day for many reasons including the chance to look at all those glorious religious paintings by the old masters. Whatever your belief system, this season, at the year’s darkest point,…
As the old song goes, baby, it’s cold outside. Here in Sussex and all over England, we’ve being having that traditional English experience, getting wet in the rain. Actually, the rain been even heavier than normal and it’s been pretty…
I haven’t been posting on here much over the last week as you my loyal readers will have noticed. I’ve been trying to finish my new novel before Christmas and, this morning, I came to the end of the third…
Here in sunny Lewes, UK, I’m feeling guilty. I’ve been disloyal to this site for a few days – sorry about that – but I’ve been recovering from last week’s highly social diary. What with my novel’s London launch, my…
I was reading at my regular online Thursday poetry night when a New York Times news flash came onto my computer screen with the news that Nelson Mandela had died. This was minutes after the news was released and there…
I was up in London on Tuesday evening for a bit of performing at the Phoenix Theatre in Charing Cross Road – well, anyone who knows me thinks I’m a bit of a show-off so I’m sure you’re not surprised…
When the sun set last Sunday, I felt it was time for a relaxing evening in front of the log fire. Time too for a dry martini and some escapist television before the busy week ahead when my novel, Stephen…
Over the weekend, I was going to write about my old friend Yehudi Menuhin but there was a problem with my website providers and this site was down for over 24 hours. My apologies to everyone who tried to access…
I’ve always, well nearly always, liked getting letters and parcels through my letterbox. I do the usual thing and ignore the ones that look like bills or circulars and, sometimes, feel sad when I get postcards addressed to former owners…