my one and only

Would you do it all for one? One by one, not two, just one. Would you do it for him, or her, what about for him over there? There he is standing inside a bus stop shelter with bloodshot eyes, drunk at 1pm and jeering at women. Or her, or them, or her, or that […]

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how to eat quite finely

This is coffee and cake at Betty Blythe, London. It’s a cafe hidden behind the unstylish streets of Hammersmith and Shepherds Bush. I followed a street of white blossom trees to reach it, and there is was sitting so unassuming and petite on a corner of Blythe Street. It seemed a perfect place to escape […]

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one by one

Changing the world is too big a concept for me. The idea inspires and frightens me in one intake of breath. I don’t know where to start. With this or that or here or there. So much so that I end up doing neither this nor that and I am neither here nor there. Trapped […]

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holding hands

Hand in yours. Yours in mine. Grasp it, clasp it. Tight. Lightly edging me further onwards. This way? But I know I’ve got it right, it’s this other way, my right way. This way? Lead. Still you’ve got it, my hand in yours. Hand in hand is like hearts in hearts and minds in minds. […]

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the night parade

The night is old and the morning is coming on strong. We’ve just left the insides to feel an old night-new morning air on our faces. The streets of Sitges do not look as if they’re becoming sleepy, for the morning is young. The people are not all old, they’re not all young, but they’re […]

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