Launching Black Boxes

Picture it: Borders on Oxford Street in London.  Rows of chairs full of expectant eyes, all turned towards a small desk, a display of books, a microphone.  Behind the desk, dressed in a perfect little black dress (couldn’t see the shoes) was none other than that...

Talking About Myself (again)

Remember I was on ExpressFM the other night?  Well, for those of you who weren’t locked in their homes listening intently, here is the link so you can download it and listen to all I have to say at your leisure.  But be forewarned, the link only stays active for...

A Night at the Opera

The Royal Opera House in Covent Garden is a very special place. The theatre itself is absolutely beautiful in the way only “old world” European opera houses can be.  Yes, there’s Paris’ l’Opera, there’s La Fenice in Venice, Prague...

Of Poets and Punks

Last night was The Bluechrome Poetry Reading in Camden Town’s Trinity Church.  These events are always worth going to, not only for the great poetry, but for the sense of community.  Ruth O’Callaghan is the grande dame of these evenings.  A wonderful and...

Oh to be by the Sea

What a lovely town Portsmouth is.  There’s the famous spinnaker tower, all those outlet shops at Gunwharf Quays, famous old ships and seaside promenades: But there was more than that for me yesterday.  There was a large and busy Waterstones, full of lovely,...