Thursday, November 27, 2014

Memories of Москва at Thanksgiving


"Since he was a Diplomat we knew he wasn't going to church."

 

Webster's International Dictionary defines diplomacy as the work of maintaining good relations between the governments of different countries and skill in dealing with others without causing bad feelings. Last decade in Moscow the definition became obsolete. Mass surveillance of the British Embassy was being planned.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Holland Park School: Sex & Drugs & Jihad

 

Last night I dreamt I went to Holland Park School again.  

Sunday, October 26, 2014

นักมวย ฝรั่ง

Slimmed down to fight (2009)

 

Muay Thai is one of the hardest contact sports in the world. I know this first hand and not from a bloke that I met down the pub. 

Monday, August 4, 2014

An Englishman in Atlanta

 

Quentin Crisp: An Englishman in New York

11st 7 (hideous fat on lower wall of abdominal section after eating way too many hamburgers) cigarettes 10 (have run out of duty free Benson and Hedges) alcohol units 0 (no booze for almost 4 years but tempted by $10 bottles of Old Grand-Dad bourbon and $12.99 cases of Stella Artois in the local liquor store). 

Sunday, July 27, 2014

A Socialist in America

My new Labour Party membership card has just arrived in the post. I must be the only card carrying member of the Kensington Consituency Labour Party in Virginia Highlands, and, quite possibly, the only "democratic socialist" in Midtown Atlanta. Good: a lunatic is always in a minority of one.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Thoughtcrimes in Bangkok

"One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship.”

 

It was a bright, sunny day in Bangkok, and the clocks were striking thirteen.  

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Watching Football in America


English football fans in Atlanta are a bit of a rarity.  There do not seem to be too many of us here.  Perhaps that is a good thing. The barmy army of beered up louts, cheering on the national side, are a nasty social by-product of our society, and not really suitable for export.