Tag Archives: Wine
‘Liebchen – sweetness – what watch?’ ‘Ten watch.’ ‘Such watch?’
Casablanca. That sweet German couple sitting in Rick’s. Drinking farewell brandies. Speaking English. Practising for America. Flying via Lisbon, no doubt. Where we’re heading next. By train. Trains run to timetables. Hours and minutes are important. Clocks (and watches) are … Continue reading
In which Thelma and Louise drink wine – and have a sobering evening
‘Hey, Louise, we need to find us a cliff.’ That’s my sister-in-law, Thelma. Not her real name. But it kinda suits her. Elvis the cat bats his tail against the floor. It’s his real name and he recognises it. He’s a … Continue reading
Two dog night, no dog morning
Saturday. Under clear blue skies we set sail for Manchester. (I lie. We drive.) The hotel’s grand. Victoriana at its best. Come six o-clock we head out, past the old town hall, accessorised for fun with helter-skelter, big wheel and … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 