Saturday 15th April 2017. Sharon and Bangers both work for the government in concrete bunker nerve centres, maybe somewhere near you. Their tentacles reach out all over the land. That’s not the whole truth. Unfortunately, I cannot divulge more than that without my toenails facing threat of reprisals. Long time since I last saw Bangers. […]

Saturday 8th April 2017. Madame Cholet’s burrow on Grange Road accepts paying guests under precarious terms. The key to the front door, for instance, mysteriously withheld. We negotiated a testy agreement to a midnight curfew. Andy Lev crouched poised behind a convenient wheel arch, in case things got gnarly. Boozy late afternoon’s work of sun […]

Saturday 11th March 2017. “Are we fallen angels who didn’t want to believe that nothing is nothing and so we were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?” “The Dharma Bums” – a naked disquisition on all those cool, existential questions. […]

Friday 24th February 2017. Indian restaurant review number 25 – in Sheffield that is. I was targeting a total of 50 at one stage in the full heat of my madness. Now I’m not sure I even have a target. I want to sit in the summer house more often: the wendy shed at the […]

“…But the greatest of these is love.” (Curry coming a close second.) Being Valentine’s Day I thought this recent news story would suit. It reminded me, oddly, of Philip Larkin’s “An Arundel Tomb”, a poem about one of those showy, stone tomb chests you find in chilly, English cathedrals embellished with recumbent carved figures representing the […]

Saturday 21st January 2017. Amsterdam reminds me of hip, attractive districts of New York. Tall, red-brick town houses crowding elegant tree-lined avenues. Greenwich Village say. Except I don’t mean ‘reminds me’ because I’ve never been to New York. I mean I imagine it, or extrapolate it from the opening credits of The Cosby Show, or […]

Wednesday 18th January 2017. When we arrived in Amsterdam our aeroplane drove over the dual carriageway along a sort of viaduct for aircraft. Like a bird of doom or Jimbo & The Jetsets. It was a long taxi to the terminal. Then another taxi to The Jordaan Suite, the one room B&B in the fancy […]