26

Aug,

09

It’s Been An Odd Few Days…

I didn’t want to start this latest dispatch on a melodramatic note, but please indulge me: if you never see or hear from me again, thank you for your patience, your hospitality and, above all, for buying the books. In case you didn’t already know, at the end of this week I am jetting off to an exotic location to work on a fantastic new project. I can’t give away too much about it, so let’s just say that it is further than the corner shop and not as distant as the moon. Seriously though, it is far-flung enough for me to worry about it: the length of my journey; how I will cope with the culture when I get there; and the million and one things on my to do list I must strike off before I finally get comfortable on the airplane. Continue reading

02

Aug,

09

cheese, muck and radio

The week started by meeting my friend Jill for dinner and then a bit of clubbing in Mayfair at a club called Volstead. An odd looking chap was dancing with the Pussycat Dolls, in long beard, odd suit, large glasses and a baseball cap.  On the way into the club Jill comments on the paparazzi outside, it’s a London club so nothing new there, but as we got chatting, the chap in the beard turned out to be Leonardo Dicaprio.  I left the club at 1m so I could drive to Cheshire the following morning. Continue reading

01

Aug,

09

testing, testing, 1,2,3,4,5…….

In 1982, the German and, frankly, slightly crazy, director Werner Herzog made a film called Fitzcarraldo. It tells the story of an Irishman named Brian Sweeney Fitzgerald, who hopes to makes his fortune by collecting rubber in Peru (surely “mining” isn’t the correct word – insert joke about hitting rubber with pickaxes here). Continue reading