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

Back in the grey concrete wasteland that was my youth in the 19.. never-you-minds, the South Bank centre was a grey concrete wasteland. The ...

I saw Palermo, Palermo and Como el musguito en la piedra, ay si, si, si at Sadlers Wells in the early summer, two of the Ten Cities balle...

The other week I went to see the Jazz Dance performance at the Peacock Theatre. After the first couple of numbers, I was forced to think abo...

Ever heard or read psychologists babbling on about your true or inner self? That their patients are ignoring, betraying, denying or suppre...

I finally caught up with this film at the Renoir one Sunday morning. That evening I read the reviews and wondered if I had seen the same fi...

These are the gates on the Commercial Road to Petticoat Lane Market. It's supposed to be famous, and one of these posts I'll put som...

I may have remarked that the office I work in is a depressing tip. I'm not sure if I've made that clear, but it's not the place ...