Venezia
On Friday, in a highly uncommon display of romance, I took my girlfriend to Venice for the weekend. I attempted to conceal our true destination by claiming that we were…
Call Will Smith
My girlfriend, E, lives in Buckhurst Hill, a couple of stops from the north-eastern end of the Central Line. It is comfortable and leafy suburbia, with an unmistakeable dash of…
Keep it up all day
It’s not every day you save yourself a significant amount of money with a dab of hair product. During the last spell of sodden weather, the front door of my…
Hopheads
Some time ago my uncle bought me a hop vine for my birthday. It arrived through the post in a small wooden box, and in the years since I planted…
The Calanques
At Suginot the water swarms around the rock fall, Turquoise and empty. The round power of tides grasps like a pulse. The bending pine branches are green hands Cupping water,…
Sweet tooth
The fellow who usually devises my recipes was busy on another article for the latest magazine, so I used one that a reader sent in. I think it sounds rather…
Miles per gallon
‘Trouble with taking this car out,’ declared a large man with a strong West Yorkshire accent, ‘is that it’s an hour on the road and two hours to clean.’ I…
We should have been together
We should have been together, here, where the water is not natural, where there is a dark pool on the beach. A tank of black water which absorbs light, even…
