Category Archives: 2016
not faking it ….
There is a trinity of enhanced pleasure givers without which I would consider my store cupboard to be bare. These three are the saucy undies of the kitchen. The Ann Summers peek-a-boo, knickerless crotches that will serve to stiffen the flaccid … Continue reading
Food Photography Course in France – Sept 2016
From the 12-16 September 2016, I’ll be hosting a food photography course, run by Vendée Holidays.UK, at a beautiful old house deep in the heart of the Marais in the Sud Vendée of West France. The area is a treasure … Continue reading
Food Photography Course – September in the Vendée
From the 12-16 September 2016, I’ll be hosting a food photography course, run by Vendée Holidays.UK, at a beautiful old house deep in the heart of the Marais in the Sud Vendée of West France. The area is a treasure … Continue reading
a bunch of whoppers….
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Radishes have an unmistakable affinity with untruths or, as they’re more commonly known, lies. Good ones are well formed and attractively packaged in bunches which seductive combination is irresistible, even if you don’t know … Continue reading
I wish……
…..that I wasn’t so utterly depressed by this recent manifestation of democracy which seems to have made nobody happy……gleeful. angry, mocking, aggressive….but not happy.
Hard cheese….
Trolleys are to restaurants what gurneys are to hospitals. They carry the tired, the sick or the dead. A cheese trolley says more to me about a restaurant than money ever can by which I mean that it is so … Continue reading
on retaining one’s paddle when up that creek…
There is a creeping despondency in the air that is almost tangible. This glum onset of what should be bright summer is eerily apposite. I am truly grateful not to live in the mainstream of life any more and to … Continue reading
bored of the flies…..
The sun has finally, if temporarily, ceased its curmudgeonly behaviour and has had the good seasonal grace to put on its hat and come out to play.Summer’s forte lies in promises rather than foreplay and as these promises are so … Continue reading
..a rude awakening….
When I was first awakened by the black cock it would be fair to say that I was not ready for it. I sleep deeply, maybe not the sleep of the just but, having never experienced that, in a sleep that is … Continue reading
Hobson’s egg….
Given the choice, we humans will invariably choose to have a choice. The more extensive the list of choices may be, the more highly we regard that which is on offer. Not withstanding, that in this time of ours, knowledge has … Continue reading