rashbre central

Barely enough time to visit the asylum today, caught in our own madness. I'd strayed late on Friday and the expected visitors were alrea...

Here I am around the Aldwych with the approach of Halloween and I can just make out a few unexpected ghost trails on the streets. They are e...

I think I've only been into St Stephen's Tavern once. It's the pub with the big light on the left of this picture. I'd arran...

One of the fun things about writing "The Triangle" is knowing that most of the places described in it exist and that I've had ...

"C'mon", I was instructed this morning. "We're going to make the most of the sunshine". After a slightly confuse...

James sheltered on the edge of a dune. The vestigial grass had a razor sharp edge, scratching his arm as he slithered into a comfortable pos...

I've been planning my next two weeks, because my upcoming spare time is increasingly limited. Its moving from apparent tranquility on Sa...

I know this is a lazy post, but I've been busy this week and am now sitting in front of the television which is dispensing an episode of...

Two sets of spin are on hand this week. There's the exhaust from the Newsnight special format programme on Thursday, which was more or l...

Backwards and forwards across the City today, intermingled with some 'desk time' which I need for a specific project. Really I'l...

I had to take the car for its annual inspection today. After the one hour series of tests, the car passed. The dealer gave me a discount on ...

We didn't just make one track of "music" on Sunday. We made three, in between much general messing around. It seems to be my j...