[ezcol_1half]Early yesterday morning a cormorant on Pichola’s north-east corner, in Udaipur’s Old City where it narrows to a canal connecting the lake to Fateh Sagar, caught a pipefish a foot long. I didn’t see the duo surface, the one to … Read More »
Disinclined to write, I wandered the ghats and streets at the northern end of Lake Pichola. Later I’ll dedicate a post to the lake, so have focused here on faces, mostly human. [ezcol_1half]I spotted him as he was about to ascend … Read More »
[ezcol_1half]Holi kicked off last night with street dancing and bonfires on every corner of Udaipur in Southern Rajasthan, and in cities, towns and villages the length and breadth of India. Just the men, that is. The only women dancers were western. … Read More »
A few pictures from the last few days – on the streets in Udaipur in the south of the state and Jaisalmer, way across the Thar Desert to the west and north, close to the border with Pakistan. It’s … Read More »
Eight am on Saturday: the street porters of Old Delhi’s Chandni Chowk and Chawri are hard at it. Interstate trucks have driven through the night under loads they’d never get away with in the west: stacked to the sky, massive … Read More »
Is there a quintessentially English brand of humour? One we specialise in and can fairly be held to encapsulate, or at least betray something important about, our national psyche? It used to be said that our staple is saucy suggestion. It … Read More »
Today’s Independent has former Labour Minister of State for Europe, Chris Bryant, telling Parliament that: There is now clear evidence of Russian direct, corrupt involvement in elections in France, in Germany, in the United States of America and, I would … Read More »
It’s been a while since I posted on Greece. Today in CounterPunch I came across a dialogue between Sharmini Peries, co-founder of Real News, and Michael Hudson, Economics Professor at the University of Missouri. Hudson, you may recall, was extensively … Read More »
Early evening, July 1968. I was set to propel my fifteen year old frame out the door and ankle over to Colley Road library, on Sheffield’s Parson Cross, when my steelworker dad called out to me. He often had his … Read More »
Steve, my friend and fellow Imperialism reader, made a comment last week about being a revolutionary in non revolutionary times. This led us to that Life of Brian scene where John Cleese is asked if the group he leads is … Read More »