A History of the Future (Part 1)

          The Oxford Society Press History of the World Chapter 24  “North America in nuclear ruin: an introduction” Surprisingly, it wasn’t until the latter half of Trump’s second presidential term that the United States found itself engaged in an irredeemably devastating and entirely one sided thermo-nuclear altercation. With the luxury of hindsight,…

Music plays somewhere in the distance

More than three quarters of the Greek population list their religion as Greek Orthodox, so if you find yourself there during any of their religious celebrations, it is an almost certainty that you will end up getting involved in the pageantry of the occasion in some way, shape or form. I spent this year’s Easter…

A Very Quick Story

I’ll tell you a quick story while you’re here and I have the time to spare. I have a good friend who worked as a barman for the years he was seeing his way through his tertiary educational commitments. No-one who knows an honest day of work would ever challenge you in saying that tending…

A free lunch

There is no such thing as a free lunch is a common phrase heard around this North Atlantic island. Nothing advertised as “free” is ever truly without some sort of cost, and (directly or not) you will always find yourself paying up in the end.  When the tradition of the free lunch began in the saloons of the United…

Some Notes on the Razor Clam

Razor clamming is a simple past time and it is a wonder that more people living in coastal regions do not take part in the exercise. Not only would a fair portion of them not be able to tell you where to find a razor clam, a great many wouldn’t even know what one is…

This blog needs you… again!

I recently entered a photography competition ran by the Met Film School in London with the first place prize being a free place on their documentary filmmaking course. A place on this course usually cost around £4,500, so I’m sure you can understand just how remarkable a prize is on offer here. The photo I entered as…

Faked it, made it.

We took a train to the east side of the city this weekend and I brought my camera along for good measure. Here’s the new street art that I spotted around Brick Lane. Just a short post today.  I’ll be putting up something more substantial at the end of the week. I realise that I…

Overindulgence on a Sunday

If I’m completely honest, I don’t really have much to post today. Nevertheless, I made up a meat and cheese board this afternoon with Herself and thought that I might share our creation. I spent most of my teenage years and early twenties working in kitchens, and if there’s one thing I gained from the drudgery of that time,…

When Eddie Van Halen met Allan Holdsworth

Allan Holdsworth: 1946-2017 Since I have been somewhat under the radar over the last few days, I am a little behind on the news. Sadly, I discovered this morning that one of my all time favourite guitar players, Allan Holdsworth, passed away over the weekend. You will not find an obituary for Allan in any of the popular newspapers, and I…

Street art gallery – Berlin edition

Herself and I are just back from a four day trip to Berlin and while I will save the details of the excursion (and my thoughts about the city) to another post, I am eager to show you some of the street art that we spotted in this most unusual of European capitals.  It took most of our Saturday…

Do not pad ignorance with eloquence

Yesterday afternoon I found myself in that peculiarly liminal space between the end of one book and the beginning of another. I am usually careful to set up my next read well in advance, however, on this particular occasion, I’d hit a dead end. There are more books on the shelf in the living room than there is time…

Good to be back in the old neighbourhood

Putting a pin through the past. The welcoming scene to greet me as I arrived at Camden Road Overground Station last night was that of a drunken old tramp relieving himself against a tree. It was good to be back in the old neighbourhood and to see that so little had changed since I finished working here almost six months ago….

The truth isn’t always an uplifting business

Hang around the Irish pubs of West London for long enough and you’re sure to hear some harsh political opinions. If you don’t watch out, you might even get to holding some of them yourself. The truth isn’t always an uplifting business, but there are no lies in Big Tom, the out of work steel fixer…

Back in Camden Town – Street Art Gallery

Camden Town Street Art or: Staying Busy While the Woman is Away. Herself has been in Greece visiting family this week. As a result, I’ve been at somewhat of a loose end back home in London. While it’s only been a few days, in even that short time the flat looks like a hurricane blew through and, in…

Morewell

Keep the Aspidistra Flying – George Orwell (1936) After my review of George Orwell: A Literary Life last week, I decided to Google-up on what’s going on in the Orwell universe as of late. One link follows  another and, as these things tend to play themselves out, I am now registered to attend an all day conference on the author’s work…

There is no such thing as revenge

 George Orwell: A Literary Life – Peter Davison (1996) It is said that everybody needs a hobby, but that is not to say you should be limited to only one. While some of my hobbies could be described as practical in their scope, such as learning a new language or exercising, over the last few…

If only it were all so simple!

The Gulag Archipelago – Alexander Solzhenitsyn (1973) The Mission – In an attempt to better keep track of my reading, I have settled on the idea that creating a short a post on the book with which I am currently engaged might prove a productive and useful undertaking. For the last 2 weeks, I have been spending every spare moment utterly transfixed by Alexander Solzhenitsyn’s The Gulag…

No matter what happens, I am coming with you.

It’s a miserable and rained-out day in West London and while we’re stuck in the flat, I’ve remedied to spend some time publishing a post. We were in East London last week to catch -up with our old Hackney neighbourhood and sure enough, I brought my camera for good measure. We met my brother while we…