This marvel of a pub has been a home of refreshments since 1854. The exterior is Edwardian, but the interior is a mixture of Georgian, 1920s and sort of stopped evolving somewhere in the 1950s. Went for a quiet pint in this old favourite Brighton bar. Had an entertaining conversation with the Monster Raving Loony […]
A night out at Puddles Pity Party in Soho Theatre tonight, and even my camera was crying…
a wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think i too have known autumn too long (and what have you to say, wind wind wind—did you love somebody and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart pinched from dumb […]
On the way back to Edinburgh from North Berwick, I spotted this chap. He was dumping a sofa, and hence the roof down on the car. We saw him later pootling at a rather breakneck speed and waving to us as we left town.
The man in the chip shop asked me if I was an artist. I said I was. He shook my hand and gave me a pickled onion.
Happy New Year. Bracing the wind on the bleak and soggy fields of Nottinghamshire. One of the dogs gets blown backwards every time she jumps in the air.
Putting on makeup at The Roundhouse in Chalk Farm for La Soirée’s New Year’s Eve party, 2011.
