Pleasuredrome
He looks pointedly at his toes. He has the disaffected air of someone who believes he deserves more sex.
Reflect
Those first days
Slumped, his head a heavy weight resting in his palm, he woke for a moment but then returned to the dread of his television screen
The blessing of the stork
Driving here helps me to forget. I know the route well, with its curves and canyons.
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Storytelling in spring
In Japan, the cherry blossom is appearing. Soon, it will be Easter. A time for rebirth, of sorts. Lets hope we can all feel the promise of better, more colourful times to come.
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Decency, expertise and shouting matches.
Amidst all the chaos and uncertainty surrounding Coronavirus, lets show a bit of solidarity. That’s where I better direct my attention this coming week. Not get into useless shouting matches.
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From Kraków to Malagá via Stepney Way
Sometimes, it’s easier to give up. Storm Ciara had blown in. It wasn’t keen for me to fly out. I wanted one thing above all else. I was desperate to return to Spain. Any route would work well enough.
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When the world sends symbols. Or you just start paying attention.
Strange things have been happening. Not so strange I feel like I need to call Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz and Egon Spengler (not forgetting Winston Zeddemore). But, still, strange enough to make me sit up.
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At the ballet? No, one of the best musicals.
There’s something about the immense freedom of watching a good musical that takes me to imaginary worlds. I make no exaggeration when I say a musical directed well fills me with joy.
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A personal reflection on Jewish Morocco
The trip was a poignant poem to Morocco’s Jewish past. Sadly, there might not be so many people in future to recite it; who can remember the history first-hand. For now, there are Berbers, like Omar. He told me to go home and spread the news of this place and how for generations, Jews called it their land.
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A few of my favourite things
We all deserve a bit of what we fancy. I am not Maria from the Sound of Music. But I appeal to you: always remember your favourite things. Indulge in them. Even if only just for a bit.
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