Category Archives: Drinks
on eating alone…
I have always enjoyed eating alone in restaurants; not because I eschew the company of others but because it means I can selfishly choose foods and wines that might have to be the subject of debate and compromise were I … Continue reading
that’s the whole point….
Aside from forgetting the names of people, things, places and events during conversations, which failing I have decided is probably a good thing, my memory is as good as the gear box in a rarely used classic car; hard to … Continue reading
several hours before the mast ……
As an archivist I would make an excellent document shredder. I have been a professional photographer for 50 years yet, from the paucity of hard evidence confirming that boast, it would be easier to believe that there is intelligent life … Continue reading
smoke and sorcery….
This morning I awoke to the scent of wood smoke; a scent so filled with memories that I wished it could somehow be preserved. On inspection it was clear that some red hot ashes, all that remained of last night’s log fire, had metamorphosed … Continue reading
taking the piss….
Manneken Pis, Pissenlit, Pisse-Dru, Tant Pis, Pissaladiere…there’s something very French about pissing; about not searching for a convenient bush or shady corner but just having a piss when the moment takes you. I should make it clear that this is singularly, … Continue reading
lunch…alone…
“…lost to almost everything but a vague sense of jam and idleness”* Although, pace Maggie Tulliver, in my case “jam” was supplanted by “lunch”. This perfectly conceived emotion had caught my imagination as I was reading last night and had come flooding back … 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
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