Snooping around the charity shops of West London a week past, I spied a copy of Siegfried Sassoon’s fictionalized autobiography, Memoirs of an Infantry Officer, on sale for £1. The discovery of such a volume came as a revelation as although I had been aware of and enjoyed Sassoon’s poetic work (along with Wilfred Owen)…
Month: September 2013
A Poem
Every now and then I get the very peculiar urge to write poetry. Most of what I write is generally rather light and pithy. I harbor no surreptitious notions of ever being a poet proper. So, without further adieu. Here is a little poem for you. It’s called An Irish Camping Poem. An Irish Camping Poem. A…
Addicted to Cha Siu Bao
Although I’m absolutely positive that many of the ingredients found in Yang Guang Supermarket’s – other Asian supermarkets are available – steamed buns have no business being in the human body, they are my current absolute, sell-your-own-shoes-to-buy-one, addiction. If you ever find yourself in London’s Asian district, I suggest finding their modest stall and giving…
George and Syria
An exercise I’ve been recently conducting involves typing “what would George Orwell have to say about…” followed by any random topic into Google. People, it seems, cannot resist attributing opinions on topics such as the Iraq war, ipods, contact lenses and diet cola to a man who has been dead for well over sixty years….