As a writer I travel for work, for pleasure, but most of all out of curiosity. I’ve just returned from my first trip to Morocco, a two-week holiday filled with sunshine, surprises, and moment of intense solitude. I was travelling alone, and after a few days in the tantalising souks of Marrakech, I left the […]
in which I ponder Marrakesh, Shenanigans and the pull of the Palmerie
Sometimes, I am such a bloody slacker. This blog has needed / demanded / screamed to be updated – so appologies to anyone who has returned, only to read about MTs funeral shenanigans again. Shenanigans, now there’s a good word that can be used to describe, for example, mischief, funereal eulogies – and many fun things in […]
In which I muse on Ironmongery, Central Africa and Guerrillas
There were always going to be eruptions of ire, anger and glee when Margaret Thatcher died. Last Monday I was in an Oxfam bookshop in a posh corner of London, buying a collection of short stories from a middle-age man in a luminous pink pullover, when he was suddenly distracted from the job in hand […]
In Which I Introduce My New Blog
Ladies and gentlemen, renegades and travellers – this is my new blog. It is the first blog I’ve ever written… and I put it off for too long, because I didn’t really know where to begin. But you have to start somewhere. So here goes. It has been quite a week, with one thing and […]