I hire a streetcar and we journey to the largest car showroom in Britain; Cargiant in West London. Sounds like it should be said with alot of echo - CARGIANT. What my GPS says is an half hour journey from East London actually takes nearly one and an half hours. ONE AND AN HALF HOURS. By the time we get there, via a single traffic jam, the idea of buying a car is making me wretch. MAKING ME WRETCH. Read more [...]

I found this short video on the internet. Someone has taken my poem Invisible Kisses and read it in Spanish from a translation by Esther Gomez.   The  footage is of  Antony Gormley's Read more [...]

Guy Garvey walks past and across Albert Square. He walks like he is meant to be nowhere else in the world but where he is. . Guy is the Guy from Elbow, the band du jour. It’s as good a sign as any. I know him to say hello to but for some reason I don't. I flick my cigarette on the square and skip up the steps. Read more [...]

I travel to the historic city of Bath and stay at The Royal Bath Hotel where there is actually a bath about twice the size of the room. I am neither complimenting the bath or the room.  It’s Read more [...]

I travel back from Grimsby to sunny London. I pick up my bike from  Southbank centre and cycle home where I spend the afternoon and evening writing script  for Child of The State a documentary Read more [...]

“no receipt kid” says the taxi driver At Grimsby town rail station . In three words he’d denied my right to a record of expense and infantalized me. I suspected him of having dyslexia and being racist. Read more [...]

Waiters and waitresses (I am sure they don't call themselves that anymore) deftly weave their way through the crowd. Pinafore perfect the "waiters" float, balancing black slate platters spotted with canapés. I am sure from above the sculptures see some kind of formation dance. Read more [...]

I step past disappearing Appearing rooms the art installation by my office. It appears at the beginning of summer and ends at it’s end. I have watched (or more sensed) it slowly being dismantled this past few days but today it shall disappear altogether. Read more [...]

I was flabbergasted when at twenty nine years of age I found my late father in Ethiopia whom I had been searching for him since finding my mother at twenty one and there in the photograph (dated early seventies/late sixties upon the finger of his right hand the exact same ring Bob Marley wore upon his: The Lion of Judah in gold set in black Onyx. Read more [...]

I wouldn’t know good news if it knocked on my door and said “hello I am good news and coming from the source of all good news I have some good news for you on this good news day.” Read more [...]