Football, is it really beautiful or is it only a game? I never liked it. Standing in a water-logged field with sheets of iced rain cutting into my eight-year-old legs didn’t sell the experience. With no team, the Saturday afternoon results on the telly made as much sense to me as the shipping forecast. The [...]
Last night the lovely Autumn and I ended up at Alan Ayckbourne’s play A Woman in Mind at the Vaudeville Theatre on The Strand. We pitched up there as I’d been given tickets by a colleague who’d won them in a competition and then found himself double-booked. Another colleague remarked that ‘you can always tell [...]
Ivanov is the first play by Chekhov I’ve seen, although I have read some of his short stories. With titles like ‘A Misfortune’ and ‘She Left Him’, it’s fair to say these are not the cheeriest of tales. There is one innocuous sounding story included in my small collection, ‘At the Mill’, but we all [...]
I’d never heard of the Cathars before, or the buggers, as Ken called them. This was when Holy Blood, Holy Grail was still a cult book and way before its offspring, the Da Vinci Code, took all things Knight’s Templar into the mainstream. It turned out the Cathars were a medieval movement based on the [...]
