Summer is in the sounds. Not in the date, although I have to go with the original and official one of today. Nor the long hours of sunshine, nor the heat they sweep through the stifling streets. Summer enters through … Continue reading
Yes, you will undoubtedly find me ungrateful. No, I will not just keep my big mouth shut. But, honestly? All I asked for last week was your intervention to help make the never-ending raindrops stop falling. I imagined you may … Continue reading
Ever wondered why Sacha Distel snatched this song from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and sang it ever so suavely on his own TV show? Not just to show off his chic Gallic style and toothy white smile. Not … Continue reading
Fire’s on. TV’s on. Feet are up on the coffee table. The poor girl in ‘Don’t tell the Bride’ is going to hate what he’s preparing for her. And even if I am loving this moment there are still two … Continue reading
For once the Lord is not to be thanked today, over here in the land of baguettes and days off galore. Usually he’s the one giving us a mid-week Sunday here, a welcome Friday at home there, or a random … Continue reading
Exactly one year ago today my mother-in-law died alone in a stark hospital room near our home, after fighting hard for three months against an unknown, unnamed enemy. Nobody could tell us exactly what disease she was suffering from, but … Continue reading
Sixty seconds. A hundred steps. That’s all it takes to remove myself from the humming modern city and walk into a minute’s worth of discovered peace. And I have an anonymous selfish git to thank for this discovery. An individual … Continue reading
What a strange sensation to wake up inside a dream. To realise that I was sleeping within my dream and was woken (but I was still sleeping really) by a news presenter announcing on a television set beside my bed … Continue reading
What was the likelihood of our paths ever crossing? Pretty much zilch in a million, I estimate. If she hadn’t bent down to tie her loosening shoe-lace or if I had had time to clean my greasy glasses before leaving … Continue reading
Me, the scribbler
