This summer, when it was really hot, I bought a hat for Brian Eno. He was about to go on stage at Greenbelt Festival to talk to my friend Martin Wroe, when Martin sagely observed that it was indeed really hot, and that Mr Eno might like a hat. So, since I was in the …
A couple of weeks ago I went for a walk. And then, last Friday, I took a long ride on a bus. These were wildly divergent experiences. The walk was on Dartmoor, and was as bleak and magical and terrifying as a walk in South West England can be. Starting in the north of the …
I left my workbag on the bedroom floor from Friday night to Monday morning. I took out my computer to do a little work but left a bar of chocolate ready for the long bus ride home sometime this week. When I went to pack for work yesterday morning it became apparent that while I …