Category Archives: Excess
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
…hints of jam,..cinnamon…and a sprinkling of ….sugar.
The disappointingly dull explanation, when recounted to me in my childhood, of how a ship got into a bottle failed then, as now, to raise more than a bored ooh, or a stifled aah. Why one should choose to put, by necessity, … Continue reading
the damp patch…
Days of wind and rain make the passing of those glorious summer days of wine and roses all the harder to bear. Each year my expectations of a gentle transition from sunshine to mellow fruitfulness, born of some atavistic memory, … Continue reading
the best legs in Lyon….
The streets of Vieux Lyon take on even more charm when seen through the legs of an unusually good Côte Rôtie. Its goodness is guaranteed as it has been selected and poured by Georges dos Santos, a man who is regarded … Continue reading
The horny (or is it thorny) problem of oral satisfaction in public…
It’s not surprising that, of the two, only “brunch” has survived from the portmanteau duo which includes the unpleasantly named “tupper”. The end result of asking friends and acquaintances to join you for “tupper” would be, at best, a reduced circle of … Continue reading
Bewitched…..
A beautiful November morning which magically transformed itself into dark, rain filled afternoon reminded me of Kingsley Amis’ dazzling description of a hangover, which I reread today in a blog that has become a favourite of mine, namely The Bully … Continue reading
Break Step….
“Break Step” when crossing the Trembling Lady is as abstract as it gets, but the sign on the Albert Bridge is unequivocal in its demand that step should be broken when crossing it in column of threes. So avoid doing … Continue reading
Cross words and radishes….
The neutral grey of the sky only served to accentuate the multiplicity of greens and ochres that make up the “slap” on the face of the countryside at this time of year. Driving along shiny, rain slick, black lanes this … Continue reading
Cheesed off..
Earlier today I had read a review of an eatery in London where , for £100, two people could enjoy fish and chips with a glass of wine. Bile, spleen and age formed a phalanx within me to add strength and … Continue reading