Paris: The B Side

I never tire of this city. Each time is like the first time. Every time the train pulls into Gare du Nord, I feel my stomach do light flip flops in echoes of the heavier ones they did eight years ago when I got off that Eurolines bus from Leuven. And each time I drop … Continue reading

Emoting in R & B

There is a song for every thought, every sentiment, every feeling. Of this I am absolutely convinced. I am not unique in that view. So is my friend Philip and so we found last night is Colman Domingo. Who is Colman Domingo you ask? Only a one man tour-de-force that swept North London up in … Continue reading

A Tennessee Waltz in London

Dingwall’s couldn’t be more happily named. It is seedy and dark. A little dank too since it sits atop Camden Lock so you can practically smell the canal. Which makes it the perfect venue for @TheValerieJune last night. You are up close at Dingwall’s. The stage is almost level with the audience and nothing separates … Continue reading

At Play In The Field At Lord’s

A Quorum

The first day of the first test in a cricket series still excites me. It doesn’t matter that the West Indies’ heady days of brutal world domination are almost twenty years in the past. When you got past the deeply superficial but powerful political import of subduing both those who had taught you the game … Continue reading

Sketches of Spain: A Mujer Libre

Shaking the Sun Out-side

It is all well and good to drop in on these amazing centres of art and culture. There is no discounting the value of the museums and galleries but that will give you the truest sense of what the people were, not what  and who they are. So after my Saturday questions on Easter Sunday I … 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

Becoming Auntie Mame

Auntie Mame 5.0

Today I left the office early. I slid into my camel-coloured coat, got my knitted cream cap on and topped myself off with a autumnal toned scarf, all orange and chocolate swirls with the lightest skeins of gold threading. The boots, chocolate calf length completed the ensemble. Ordinarily I don’t carry on about what I … 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