if i thought you were listening, i'd never say a word

Okay. I locked my keys in the boot of my rental car. On the westbound side of the A22 at the Lagos service station. That was me. I was That ...

The holiday was eight days in the Algarve, on the south-west tip of Portugal. BA scheduled flight from Gatwick to Faro, rental car (Budget) ...

My friend Chris Christian died on Easter Saturday. He had been suffering from the complications of a cancer that was first diagnosed and tre...

One of the books I was reading on holiday was A N Whitehead’s Process and Reality . It’s part of my catching-up-with-metaphysics reading pro...

I don't really do holidays. My idea of the perfect holiday is to arrive at the hotel, be put to sleep by the gas that knocks Patrick McG...

For me, the high period of jazz was between about 1945 and 1970 - roughly between Charlie Parker's first be-bop album and Miles Davis...

Bushy Park in winter, a gravel-pit yacht club one summer Saturday afternoon, a beach in Devon name unknown, the backyard of a friend's...