I’ve taken the initial thoughts that I wrote back in May on the concept of time as a place, stripped them completely bare and reworked them a bit: The New York Herald Tribune post below was completely absorbed by the fact that I went looking for the 1959 Champs Elysées in 2009 and I didn’t […]
I can reach back. It was May 25 and I was sitting on the bed writing an addendum to the piece below. It’s funny, when I see myself sitting there writing I realise that my memory has placed me in a room belonging to a different flat. One that was nearby, but that I lived […]
I already know you can’t recreate the past. We studied The Great Gatsby in school when I was 16 and I learned that lesson so clearly from that book. Intellectually, I know it. But in my heart, I never give up. I have this habit of loping up 50 years later and expecting everything to […]
So, exactly one year has gone by since I first started this blog. Does it feel like it? Lots of stuff has happened while I haven’t been writing here. My Dad was sick and I was sick. I went to the Scottish Highlands and Berlin and St Ives and Dublin and Geneva and Paris. I […]
So, it’s been more than a month. Since I last wrote, I’ve spent a few days in Paris – skipping through the raindrops, eating the biggest pastry ever, and managing to speak French coherently (though not all at the same time). Back in London, I’ve walked disappointedly out of David Thomas’s Pere Ubu (theatre done […]
It’s ten years today since the Good Friday Agreement. I remember that day well not just because of what was going on in the wider world, but because of what was going on in my world. In the afternoon I met V at Fat Boys in Fortitude Valley and managed to slip down the few […]