Three years ago today I was doing that thing that so many of us do in the aftermath of the festive season. I was looking at my belly. It was not a pretty sight. So I did that other thing that so many of us do at New Year: I resolved to Do Something About …
Christmas makes me feel a little vulnerable: the pressure to get it right; the sheer, spiraling cost of it; the need for everyone to be jolly. What if I fail? It makes me want to run away. I went for a run recently, in the countryside, and found myself in a field where, in the …
I went to America last week, to do some work at the University of Wyoming in a town called Laramie. I had the best time, talking at the University Art Museum, seeing friends and colleagues. Laramie is a legendary place. Jimmy Stewart starred in a movie called The Man From Laramie and Butch Cassidy was …
I started running this year. Like every bloke of a certain age I have been, to put it in polite terms, ‘thickening’ around the middle and I wanted to arrest the spread, so I began pounding the streets of South London every other day or so. It hasn’t been a dramatic or life-transforming epiphany. I …