Mitzi was a one-off…

Whenever he entered a room James Craig Gaynor, aka Mitzi, was the best of it

Scurry to the Sea

I don’t think skirting a Ministry of Defence fence was part of the official route

“What does he know of England who only England knows?” I was made aware of this particular line from a poem by Rudyard Kipling thanks to my Mother

Brittany had its wealthiest area annexed and handed over to their neighbours in
the Loire valley

A last minute table at Paloma

‘Bone broth’ is apparently what slightly oily meat juice goes by around these parts

Serendipity is a wonderful thing...

Trump declared himself God’s candidate, sinking so low as to hawk bibles at $60 dollars a pop

The day before the funeral, on a train south

At 4AM, ascending from this underworld, I encounter a dozen German fans, white-shirted ghosts of the morning-after

Anna May, Christopher & their kind

Kennedy Wilson looks at two creative outsiders

The Italian Connection

Mussolini’s declaration of war caused Churchill to issue his famous pronouncement, “Collar the lot!”

We don’t need no stinking badges!

The humble badge was once a simple pleasure. Now it’s a bloody identity war on a lapel, cavils Colin Montgomery

A Morridge and a Jerp

Tom Wheeler talks
ta-ta-toes and morridging moments

Wonders of the Unknown

If Netflix knew Baby Reindeer would be a success, they’d have asked Gadd to change ‘this is a true story’

Festivals, funding, a future for community culture

Funding for big-name festivals isn’t enough, a healthy culture sector requires local communities