The morning after the morning after
Alleluia! as they say when they want to celebrate something wonderful. Alleluia! I haven’t got a hangover – Alleluia! Oh yes, I didn’t tell you did I. I went to a party on Saturday night and had rather a lot…
Alleluia! as they say when they want to celebrate something wonderful. Alleluia! I haven’t got a hangover – Alleluia! Oh yes, I didn’t tell you did I. I went to a party on Saturday night and had rather a lot…
All over the World people have heard about those White Cliffs of Dover – they have become a symbol for England itself: the little nation standing bravely alone against the threat of foreign invasion. Those cliffs are in the neighbouring…
Gordon Brown launching his election campaign with his adoring supporters. So who knows, maybe the British General Election is going to give us a big surprize. David Cameron chose to launch his campaign all on his own to a selected…
There was something special about that football match last night when a little Argentinian man called Lionel Messi scored four brilliant goals for his team Barcelona against the English side Arsenal. It didn’t matter if you were Spanish, Argentinian or…
Fin Vin De Leu ridden by Peter Toole – my first bet of the day. They came, er, somewhere between the front and the back. As the big race to the British General Election is announced today, I am still…
I live in Lewes in East Sussex where we do things differently. No one reminds me more about my home town’s delightful eccentricity than the new owner of the shop that used to be Crocodile Rock just across the road…
On Good Friday I always think about the deeply moving music composed by the Spanish Renaissance composer Tomas Luis Victoria (1548-1611) and remember the time when I used to sing either his Requiem Mass or his Tenebrae Responsories at Easter…
My wonderful new electrical sockets OK, I know it isn’t pretty but I am excited by the latest addition to my study. Alex the electrician spent the morning putting up this wonderful bank of electrical sockets next to my desk…
Here in Britain the election campaign is well on its way even if we haven’t been given the date yet. It is that odd time in the political cycle when our politicians start to talk to us. This is serious…
There are times when I wonder why we bother at all. You know, after Shakespeare and Joyce and T.S. Eliot, what’s the point! I keep going though with my poetry here in the little room at the top of the…