London Notes #6

I realised last night, as I semi-slept, that if I was going to get any real work done here I’d have to move out of the kitchen. I had settled myself quite happily there because I like kitchens and this one is so gloriously English middle class. It’s cosy and functional, and not even remotely […]

London Notes #1

I’m doing something I despaired of ever being able to do again: sitting in my, albeit temporary, garden (see header image for the view from this table) typing, and smoking a fag. A parakeet squeaks, like a wonky teddy-bear, in a nearby tree. We arrived last night, plunging into the middle of a family preparing […]