Friday, December 22, 2017
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Meditating in Le Brooklyn
Monday, August 28, 2017
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Saturday, July 29, 2017
My Hack Role Models
I remember an inebriated hack giving me some lofty advice about working for the Daily Telegraph in the summer of 1998. "See here," he said, "you can't burst into the office like you're Charles Bronson or Bruce Willis." The poor deluded fool. I pointed out to the Oxford man that Charles Bronson had played a tough guy reporter in two films of low merit (St. Ives in 1976 and Messenger of Death in 1988).
Sunday, July 23, 2017
The Male Trailing Spouse and Mrs. Yates
"Licensed to Spill" claims the banner under the title of this blog. Well, I'd best spill the beans about me and Sally Yates, the gorgeous, pouting, former Acting Attorney General of the USA.
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Monday, May 1, 2017
Last Orders for Poetry in Liverpool
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Four Weeks In A Banana Republic
Dad in 1973 |
Forty odd years ago in Liverpool, aged seven and snot nosed in short trousers, I asked my late Father why he'd left the USA to go and live in the United Kingdom. This was 1977 and Dad had been living in merry England for some years. Why in Sam Hill did he move from New England to Old? What was wrong with America, why did he leave? With a sardonic twinkle in his bourbon eyes, he growled down at his Number Two son, "Because my country had been taken over by sissies. That's why!"
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
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