Friday, November 6, 2015

The Pussification of James Bond


In the novels by Ian Fleming, James Bond smokes like a trooper, shags like a rabbit, drinks like a fish. He's handy with a knife and has enough spunk to carry a ladies handbag gun. He is supposed to be what every man would like to be, and what every woman wants between the sheets. In short, James Bond 007 is a tedious masturbatory fantasy suitable for members of either sex.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

A Stroll Around Rotting Hill

Campden Hill Towers and the far side of Notting Hill Gate

Unexpectedly, I am back home on Rotting Hill Gate. A good time to continue my stroll in the graveyard of memory and the ghosts of businesses past!  

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Return to Terminus

Digging up bamboo stumps in the "yard". 


X1 DVD of Alistair Cooke's America; 200 Duty Free Cigarettes (Benson and Hedges); X2 Clarins for Men Moisturiser; X3 Boots No.7 Anti-Aging Serum; alcohol units 0 (almost five years); minutes thinking about women I shouldn't fancy 4 (vg).

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Memory Hold The Door on Notting Hill Gate!

Drunken lunch at Costas (2010)  

There are times when I want to reach out and hold back the day. Maybe it has something to do mythologizing the past or the basic human longing for a world now vanished?

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Causing Trouble in London

The Male Trailing Spouse at a book launch in Soho (June 2015)

"When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford."

Monday, June 29, 2015

Liverpool Diary


"I wish I was back in Liverpool, Liverpool town where I was born...

Monday, June 1, 2015

The Holland Park School Trip to Russia

I have been rummaging through the files at HQ in Notting Hill for an old school report from May of 1985. I thought it was lost but here it is, unedited, and unexpurgated, for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!