Protected: Fear and Loathing in Jaipur, a short story from India.
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Read MoreChildhood Memories at Fitzneal Street, London. July, 2019. I had butterflies in my stomach as I turned off Old Oak Common Lane into Fitzneal Street. Butterflies because the street hadn’t changed a bit in over 35 years. In an instant, the memories came back. Of childhood Christmases and Saturday afternoon walks to Queens Park Rangers. […]
Finding Grandad at Kensal Green Cemetery, London. July 2019. With thanks to Uncle Dave Powell for his help during the writing of this article. —— As regular readers of these pages well know, I do love exploring the world’s cemeteries and graveyards. Call me weird, but there’s just something special about that mix of silence, […]
Queens Park Rangers F.C. Today, dear readers, I want to take you to a place that might just be my favourite spot in London. A corner of the English capital that’s in my blood… my heart… and soul. For some, I’m guessing you’ll see the word football and immediately switch off. Others, I predict, may […]
The Changing of the Guard at Buckingham Palace. Cover photo courtesy of bortescristian. May 2019. I have mixed feelings about the British monarchy. On the one hand much of The Royal Family’s roles and traditions seem … no longer of use… if you will. Sometimes when I see royal ceremonies and events I can’t help […]
Trafalgar Square, London. May 2019. Cover photo by David Iliff. License: CC BY-SA 3.0. It was a grey afternoon in London when I arrived at one of the English capital’s most iconic and historic public squares. It felt surreal to be back here. Indeed I have vague memories of running among the pigeons as a kid. […]