Movements in the World and in the Mind
UK end-of-year weather hasn't displayed any freak symptoms just yet. However, this year round autumn weather has really taken me by surprise as dropping temperatures and diminished hours of sunlight have been seriously affecting my mood and energy levels. It's not only that one winter at the African Med, which seems like a lifetime ago,... Continue Reading →
It is quite likely that the journalism profession is not held in very high esteem after the NOWT hacking scandal, which no one seems to be talking about anymore despite the revelation that James Murdorch was told about the stench I his organisation. Besides phone hacking scumbags there are those that feel they are operating... Continue Reading →
So after months – no years- of telling myself that I really should go to the Papaya Studios in theatrical Covent Garden to do some dancing because a) I love dancing and b) it’s a good way to stay fit and far more entertaining than hitting the gym, I finally went. So a few days... Continue Reading →
Now the summer months have passed it is hoping for an Indian summer and/or freak autumn. Everything is possible in times of climate change. After an action-packed bank holiday weekend of which it took me almost a week to recover it's back to business. My Scandi friend Simone and I started the weekend well with... Continue Reading →
It's been two weeks since parts of London seemed at war. Not necessary with the police, but with their own morality. One of my colleagues is from Tottenham and lives in Enfield and he said it broke his heart to see the neighbourhood of his youth as if it were a Baghdad suburb under siege.... Continue Reading →
The City of Cities is smoking, smouldering and burning. For a second night I fell a sleep to the soundtrack of police sirens speeding up and down the main road and hovering helicopters. The death of one man has ignited the Summer of Great Discontent. With the exception of skipping the occasional read light on... Continue Reading →
And then it turned August during the fastest three months in history, but when it comes to the speed of time it feels like I am repeating myself. I have moved house to a truly fabulous mansion in the no-woman's land of SW9 between The Womb, Sticksource, and The Hood. A dwelling a funky fairy... Continue Reading →
While the News International soap has developed into a true Greek tragedy, in which senior police figures resign, a whistleblower dies, no one really knew about anything and therefore no one has taken real responsibility (just yet) – Zeus made me (not) do it- Mr. Nice Guy has won in business. Watching the Final of... Continue Reading →
DSK has been released by means of rich-man's justice, the Apprentice has proved to be top entertainment last week - I do the ayPlayer thing, so I'm a bit slow- and then after years of digging by the Guardian among others News International's rather smelly laundry has been uncovered. We all kind of knew about... Continue Reading →
Just when I thought I had sorted things out and felt quite happy with how things were rolling along, those very things were about to change. When I told the agency guy the happy news that my friend Ben was moving in, he informed me that the landlord wished to increase the rent. Not by... Continue Reading →
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