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Category Archives: Art, jaunts & going out
Every piston tells a story (in which Jezebel goes on an outing)
Jezebel, our nine-year-old Skoda, sits at home, alone most of the time. The main variety in her daily life is a trip to the Co-op, shopping. (I empathise.) There are times, though, when Jezzie has a really grand day out. … Continue reading
Of blue pens and high hopes
The village high street’s heaving and the wine bar’s been full a good while now. But it’s not yet ten o’clock. In the morning. A pudgy coach rolls its girth down the road, huffs and puffs into a parking place … Continue reading
Bamboo and dumplings with a four part trio
I’m lying in bed, before sunrise, looking at the trees. Not a tremor, not a shiver, not a flutter. No wind. No rain. Amazing. An hour later the sun’s shining, the sky’s blue, the world’s a happy place – and … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out
Tagged bassoon, clarinet, Hurlstone, Lord Street, Mendelssohn, Napoleon III, Paris, piano, Rebekah Abramski, Ron Abramski, The Atkinson, Tom Verity
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Standing by a Steinway on a Tuesday afternoon
Bear with me. This might start off sounding unutterably Hampstead – and if you’re not English, I’m talking about a smart, wealthy part of London where luvvies and literati hang out. The wealthy ones, the ones who’ve made it, or … Continue reading
Surfin’ downtown for an organ and some blondes
A bronzed surfer dude grabs a board, races into the water. I’m already there, paddling out, rays on my back, tanning through the oil. Surf’s up – and before you know it I’m riding the crest of a wave. Not … Continue reading
A taste of (Pygmies’) honey – and two of the lonely people
‘You look tired.’ Just what you want to hear when you’ve put on the face you keep in a jar by the door and stepped out to face the day. [There’s a bit of a Beatles vibe to this post … Continue reading
Strutting cocks and thrusting spears . . .
A cock’s a-doodle-dooing, tail-feathers waving as he struts his stuff. ‘Look at me!’ he signals, to the world of hens. Chubby grey guinea fowl scurry around as one, moving hither and thither, to no apparent purpose. Like a cloud blown by … Continue reading
Posted in Art, jaunts & going out, Liverpool
Tagged asparagus, Formby, gamekeeper, grouse, guinea fowl, hens, Land Rover, Liverpool, partridge, pheasant, sparrow grass
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