I am not in Fulham Broadway right now. Nor likely to be for a very long time. But for the last year or so this was the image I saw twice a day every weekday on my way to and from what turned out to be my very last full time job! It wasn’t […]Read Post ›
I first went to Spain December 1970. I was seventeen, shy, tongue-tied to all intents and purposes, especially in Spanish, callow, and totally unused to alcohol. The family I stayed with were inordinately rich, very kind and hospitable and, I thought, extremely old. Now, when I think about it, they were probably in their late […]Read Post ›
