Tag Archives: London
In the midst of life
Saturday 17 December 1983. The Science Museum basement, London Not many people – to my knowledge – had seen that basement. Apart from staff. But there wasn’t time for a good look around. There had been a bomb threat and … Continue reading
Flying down to Rio
It’s late April, 1980 BE.* *Before Email I’m in an office in London, not far from the Houses of Parliament. Listening for the stutter of an incoming telex. Sending a telex is quite a skill, especially correcting mistakes. And I’m … Continue reading
Stilettoes, a crotch and a strong scent of …
Whatever you’re thinking it’s probably wrong. But I don’t care. Actually, that’s a lie. I do care. I’m writing while listening to the radio, to a woman who’s CEO of Lloyds of London, ‘the world’s specialist insurance market’. Globally important, … Continue reading
The anaconda, or the hat?
The anaconda swallowed an elephant. It was, admittedly, a very brown anaconda. Brown like the brown-paper-packages that Julie Andrews liked tied-up-with-string. I love the concept: a little boy draws a picture of an anaconda that’s swallowed an elephant – but … Continue reading
It’s a sign. But what does it mean?
Brown road signs usually point towards something interesting. This one says, ‘Saxon church’. We’re on holiday, not in a hurry. Tired – but intrigued enough to make the turn. It’s been a day of surprises, beginning with this morning … … Continue reading
Golf. Just when I’d begun to …
I won’t say accept it, that would be silly – what difference would that make to anything (or anyone)? Tolerate it, perhaps? No, it was a smidge more positive than that – but anyway. A few days ago I opened … Continue reading
The price of fame: a cigar for Jimmy Savile
I’m standing in the back of a British Telecom van, hanging onto a shelf. There are no windows. Jimmy Savile wants to arrive unseen in Leicester Square – he’ll be mobbed, he says, if we go in a car with … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 