New House Same Rules

Eight months shy of my fifth year in London, four years into my tenancy or as I call it my Clapham Common residency my landlady gives me notice. To quit, to leave, to vacate her premises pursuant to the clause in our tenancy agreement to which I never even paid attention when I signed. I … Continue reading

Looking For A Lifestyle-NYC ’13

I have a friend who never ceases to remind me of one of the more memorable lines delivered by Sarah Jessica Parker as whiny, husband stealing Shelley in The First Wives Club “Morty, all I want is a lifestyle, some ambiance and classic eternal good taste!” It came back to me more than a few … Continue reading

Sketches of Spain: A Good Friday in Madrid

Being Right Here, Right Now

Almost twenty four hours on and it feels I have already been here twenty four years. From getting the underground from the airport because the hotel’s website said all I had to do was get to Metro stop Piramides and a slight walk bearing right would get me there to the bus driver taking a five … Continue reading

Being Good At Pizza Express

Beer in Danger & Gregory Dressed for Bear

There are few incongruities in this world like the Pizza Express on Dean Street which has of all things a jazz club in the basement. My very fixed  sense of jazz elitism ( a state contrary to the freedom of the music itself doesn’t bother me one bit) recognises the music’s urban beginnings in supper clubs, … Continue reading

New York Chronicles : Day Seven Chasing Joy

Seven days into this still new year finds me two days away from my return to London and resolved to do with today what I failed to do with yesterday. Yesterday I hunted joy in retail and from 1st to 5th Avenue she proved elusive. I found despair, really floor manager at Zara do not ask me … Continue reading

New York Chronicles: Sunday on the Block

So trading the proverbial black dog of a London winter holiday season for the monkey that is New York’s version might make little sense when another option is my hometown is Kingston a.k.a. 26 Celcius. I admit I erred, waited around until it was too late to get reasonably priced tickets and while it is true that … Continue reading

Local Flavour

There is no downside to having a local and by now you know my version of Cheers is the Park House Cafe in Clapham. I waxed on about it in We Heah Now earlier this year. Now I understand why Cliffie and Norm bellied up to the bar and settled onto their favourite stools as … Continue reading

Home And Away

Last night I went home. Without the extortionate price of a British Airways or Virgin ticket. Without the torture of losing nine more hours of my life that I can’t get back. All I needed was a friend with another friend because reggae’s past and present were overlapping with its future bringing Beres Hammond and Tarrus Riley to … Continue reading

Now Eat This

Like no other place and no other time in my life this City has put me in touch with my inner glutton. Yes it is true that the best jerk is in Jamaica, Portland if we must be specific. And the location of the best pasta is a no-brainer, while the best gumbo I have … Continue reading