We catch up and resolve old issues and it’s like we’re two teenagers basking in each other, but a little older and certainly a little wiser. Read more [...]

In the cafe Kari asked for a deep black cappuccino so I reiterated the drink list to Abdullah the Turkish cafe owner “one soya latte and a deep black cappuccino”. A deep black cappuccino! He looked at me with playful suspicion. Deep black cappuccino? It was De-caf cappuccino!! Read more [...]

I present Gaiem with my book in which I quote him. He said “If , as Marx said, religion is the opiate of the people then Nationalism is the crack cocaine” Read more [...]

The smiling asian taxi driver drops me off at the top of the street “it’s down there he says”. I look into the sea of drunk white people and all I can think of is Shaun of The dead and Zombies. Read more [...]

On the first programme on Monday at 3.45pm I explored an idea. I found from the steps of the service station that the traffic on the motorway sounded like the sea. So I wrote the entire first script with reference to The Coleridge poem, The Ancient Mariner. All this may pass by unnoticed by the listener, no matter it should work beyond the reference. Read more [...]

It is something I think about on a weekly basis, public art and particularly Poems as Landmarks in hackney. The last one I did was unveiled by Bishop Desmond Tutu in The City. Read more [...]

I ask for a small manageable selection of the manuscript. A day later I receive four hundred pages and two prefaces. My heart plummets. Read more [...]

Until the word scientist was invented by a member The Royal Society, the oldest of its kind in the world, was known as The Royal Society of Natural Philosophy. To give their work more gravitas the term scientist was invented taking its inspiration from the term artist. Read more [...]

How do I feel the day after the night before? How do I feel in my hotel overlooking the square in this picturesque city drinking a smooth coffee at 10am as the crisp Scandinavian light skims through the window? My mind drifts. But how do I feel? Read more [...]

I arrived here in Stockholm yesterday. A picture of The Taxi driver is below this article. I asked him if he liked Sweden "you twalkin ta me" he replied. I spent yesterday and today writing script in the solitude for a radio series at the hotel.. Read more [...]