Love Comes Back
Wait until next year
Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today
September 27, 2017
A walk to the station #16
I step out of the front door and there is a gentle mist descending. A smoke-like fog. Or perhaps a fog-like smoke, as there is a whiff of burning in the air. Read the rest of this entry »
September 11, 2017
Phoenix Sports 3 Hastings United 0
My first game of the season and I got a real treat, as Phoenix put in a professional yet entertaining performance against a good Hastings side.
September 10, 2017
20th century pub
The twentieth century pub is not just a public house, it is a public home. A home from home. An ideal home. A broken home. It is everything you could want from a home – a refuge, a retreat, a place to entertain, a place to be alone. A place that disappoints, that you grow out of, that you leave. It is somewhere you want to improve, somewhere you never want to change. It is an extension of our identity. A window into our likes, loves, weaknesses and strengths. It is who we are, for better, for worse, richer, poorer. A home.
This is a response to Boak and Bailey’s challenge/competition to write 100 words or so on the 20th century pub, which is also the subject of their latest book.
August 21, 2017
The Boar’s Head Inn, Crowborough
I sometimes wonder if the archetypal English country pub really exists. There are the country pubs turned gastropubs, country pubs turned children’s play centres with a pub attached, country pubs turned inwards for a select clientele and nobody else, country pubs turned into something else entirely.
Wait until next year 