Not only did I find out my friend was murdered today, but I found out half the world away, via Twitter.
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London is a city that contains so much expertise – environmental, technical, economic as well as creative, educational and personal. So why don’t planners listen to it?
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Ivanka Trump, doe-eyed, swan-necked, impeccable of carriage and costume, moves with the poise of a young queen, has her own business empire, knows when not to talk, and can sell ...
He moves his fingers along the bottom of the steering wheel, as if pretending to play electric guitar with the lady. After the song is over, he tells me the lady’s name ...
Much of the world appears to have moved on from the early stages of grief — denial and anger — into the later stages of depression and acceptance. But accepting ...
No one watches a game show, not if it’s any good. We get involved, we play: frowning, groaning, we bark our answers at the indifferent screen.
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William Morris (1834-96): ‘Hey Bute, pass over that platter of roast crackling, there’s a good fellow.’
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Image copyright: Alice Allan.
Today I miss Addis Ababa. It glitters in my memory, in its haze of smog and dust. It’s been nearly three years now, and the fog of ...
Our friendship began in the dying days of the handwritten letter.
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Walking up Crouch Hill is like reading an essay titled “Class Divisions in 21st century Britain” with your feet
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For yes, I am dedicated. Very much so and in many ways by everything that surrounded me in the museum.
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You annoy me sometimes, but still, I’m drawn to you like the magnetic north. Like iron filings in a school physics lesson; fragments of me arc this way and that, ...
Kings of the Ballot Box’ both critiques and parodies the strange parallels between democracies and monarchies. In particular, poking fun at the religious undertones underpinning them both, be it ...
“Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” — A text I received from my father early one morning in January. His words followed by ...
The crowded bus sped through the streets of Islamabad, lined on both sides with flowering jasmine bushes. The sweet fragrance outside vied with the stench of body odour inside the ...
Sometimes I like to pretend that I’m not really a city boy. Mostly on those days when the London air feels lifeless and vile, and so still that it sits ...
Author, Micharl Grothaus delves into the weird subculture of porn fakers and the fans. The fakers, many wielding a talent most graphic designers and art directors could only dream of, ...
I can’t recall the first lift I ever achieved, but the last one was from two young Chinese vacuum cleaner salesmen in Sarawak, which I thought funny as most of ...
Ireland in January is beautiful as ever but stark and cold and, on this visit, I’ve lost count of the number of people who think I’m crazy to have come ...
I pursued my husband right into a hermetic hut with four stonewalls and one stone roof right there in our first apartment. And then I dogged him some more. I ...