Just before my fifteenth birthday, I went to America with the Scouts. We were supposed to go to Iran for the World Jamboree but they had a revolution instead and so we ended up in Fort Worth, Texas. Like you do. It was a world of hitherto unknown pleasures. Baseball. Tacos. Rodeos. And there was …
These last few months have been a time for sober reflection. By this, I don’t mean that I stare mournfully in the mirror every morning wondering why running versus beer is always a win for beer (although I do). Nor do I mean that over the past few months I have always been sober (for …
I was in a museum recently, looking at some Art with a Capital A. Now, I work in a museum but, even so when I go away, such is the aching sadness of my little life that I find it hard to keep myself from visiting others, especially when they are full of Very Beautiful …