Written for The Zoe Ball Breakfast Show on BBC Radio 2 on July 2021, the morning of the day England play Denmark in the semi-finals of the European Championships. You can listen here. I’m feeling on edge today. Right on the edge of things, but in a good way.It’s partly the football: the sense thatContinue reading “Maybe There Is Hope”
I’ve been thinking about class. Or rather, wealth. If you have a flat with a garden, or a house with a garden, or a large house with a garden, or several large houses with large gardens including one in the country such as a minister of state might have, it is really not so hardContinue reading “Lockdown”
A true story for Valentine’s Day. Happy heartbreak, kids.
We went for a walk this afternoon, after lunch in the Giant’s Rest pub, and happened to pass through a churchyard. There a tombstone caught my eye, and I paused in the misty rain to run my hand over the metal, trace the words and read the story. It broke my heart. It does againContinue reading “Stories to break your heart, from an English country churchyard”
Seven songs found or re-found in the last seven days, just for fun and the sake of it. This latest weekly list is a little more mellow than the last, or melancholy if you prefer. I do. The lonesome note. A wonderful song about Samson; the aching and longing of a tune you may haveContinue reading ““Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth …””