Caught red handed by his photographer wife as two bemused canines look on, a man in the pay of Vladimir Putin – the Guardian’s Luke Harding has confirmed this – brazenly snatches the sun from an evening sky at the … Read More »
Ten minutes in, I almost gave up on this classy six parter. Not because I find the premise, thirty-something man burning with lust for sixty year old woman, a turn off. Far from it. I’ve had some of the most … Read More »
I don’t suppose this an original thought – what’s so great about originality anyway? – but today it occurred to me that melancholia is a vital part of the human experience, perhaps of Life itself. Those muddy fields by the … Read More »
“I never thought it would be this hard”, says Rickie Turner to Abby his wife, holding her tight in a brief moment of intimacy before sleep overtakes them. Rickie is working fourteen hours a day, seven days a week. Abby … Read More »
On the western edge of Bloomsbury, Conway Street is a four minute walk from Warren Street and busy Tottenham Court Road, and thirty seconds from elegant Fitzroy Square Garden. Here at number 2, close to the junction with Maple Street, … Read More »
this post also features in offguardian Bottom line: feel-good movie with a dash of musical, transcending its gritty context of racist, recessionist Britain under Margaret Thatcher. Bruce Springsteen is to Blinded by the Light what David was to Bend it … Read More »
… a chocolate spanner. Caisse à outils, spied last month through a plate glass window in Perigueux, France.
When people tell me they can’t stand Dylan, I get it. Really I do. He’s not everyone’s cup of tea. (I know women – white, black, of diverse age – who love Dylan, man and music. None qualify as twenty-four … Read More »
Born in late 1952, my lifelong love affair with The Beatles was pre-ordained. An early sign came when, on a rainswept night in March ’63, a few pals on a council estate on the cusp of Northern Sheffield, and a … Read More »
