The elderly man walked backwards The length of Tottenham Court Road. I ran to keep up, matching him Stride for stride until he disappeared at Warren Street station. A friend joked; the man was time travelling, Retracing his steps, going back at the start, Correcting the past as he went. I sat backwards on the…

I’m not sure how you get people to love art. Especially children. There’s just so much vague foppery around the whole didactic discourse. And painting fruit is, quite frankly, dull as shit. I know some lovely primary school teachers who mine their considerable knowledge to inspire their charges but as the curriculum becomes more demanding,…

As I put on me respirator to leave, I think, “I’m so lucky to be alive in this day and age. A hundred years ago, I’d be dead. We’d all be dead.” I watch indulgently, as Stefan slips the mask over his face. Even through the mesh of plastic and squirm of plastic tubing, you…

​​ I’m just sitting outside the Royal Academy having surfed the annual embarrassment of riches that is the Summer exhibition. It always feels like a privaledge to peruse the carefully curated caverns before the crowds of cultural tourists and septuagenarian patrons descend. Admittedly, I would rather that didn’t mean that I had to get out…

That’s what I’ll be doing for the next five days. If that was a job spec, it would be possibly the best job description in the world. Just think of the anger you could expiate regarding “Positivity”.  As a teenager, I’d have left home to pursue that specific career; especially if my rota included Blur,…

Writer’s note: As I write this, a man has gone into a facility for the disabled outside Tokyo and stabbed it’s inhabitants. At time of publication, 19 killed. 20 injured. We live in ‘interesting’ times. In a world gone mad, where global leaders and international terrorists wear the same sheep’s clothing; where random pointless acts…

Tuesday was a day of extreme gastric blues and high temperatures, both of which are ill bedfellows. After a day which, in all honesty, had seem my struggle to stay upright, I should really have gone home to bed. But Cheyne Walk is a haven on lazy evenings, as long as you don’t try to go…

*TRIGGER WARNING – Mum, you might not want to read this one. Just saying.* Just found this is my draft emails. It’s well over a two years old, never sent, names have been changed to protect the ‘innocent’ but hell, I am nothing if not a sucker for a pattern of behaviour. Remind me again,…