For the last six weeks, I’ve had a hard working left hand. I am right handed, but with a nod to my Latin A level, I might note that the left hand has become quite dextrous, that it’s even quite sinister how dextrous it has become (ho ho ho). While my right hand has been… Read More »
Victoria Station has been undergoing a re-fit for – oh, it seems like forever, possibly even longer than I have been habitually walking through it en route to work. My scoot through its thronged halls and teeming platforms has been impeded not just by the scurrying hordes, mostly clad in a working uniform of black… Read More »
By the time you read this, you will know which film got the Oscar for Best Film this year. I write, thinking, ‘How could it not be ‘The King’s Speech’ – how could it not?!’ But I am aware that stranger things have happened, and there is no doubt it is a very British film,… Read More »
My daughter is at that stage of life, with a husband, a toddler and a new baby, where life seems an endless round of dealing with laundry – gather it up, get it washed, get it on the line, get it off the line, iron it if the spirit is willing, re-distribute it to its… Read More »