The Dust Diaries
Baby, I was born a ramblin’ man…
Once a year I throw a guitar and suitcase into the van and head for the glorious Somerset town of Glastonbury to take in the waters, recharge my batteries, and hang out with some of the most wonderful (and downright bonkers) people on Earth. This is the view from Wearyall Hill, overlooking the town. You … Continue reading
Moving In Blues
The couple in the flat above were going at it like a Viking blacksmith.Bob tossed a can of lager in my direction, I caught it with one hand and settled back onto his couch. It foamed as I opened it. He’d been here two months, I’d just made the 200 mile journey over with the … Continue reading
Too Dark.
“It’s too dark”, he offered, throwing the manuscript down onto the desk to land with a satisfying ooomph. “Too dark? How can it be TOO dark? It’s just what happened, no more, no less”. Jerry rose from the desk, moved over to the window and opened it before half perching on the sill and lighting … Continue reading
“Shakespeare’s Shit”
This conversation actually happened, around 15 years ago. When the movies were released, I made a point of returning there and asking him what he thought of them. He hadn’t seen them. ‘They won’t be as good as the book’, he told me. “What are you reading?” “Shakespeare. Hamlet. Seen it many times, never actually … Continue reading
Tockholes/Hollinshead Hall
You remember the movie “Ice Cold In Alex”? The one where John Mills is fighting Nazis in the desert during the Tobruk campaign of WWII, and all he wants to do throughout is get to Alexandria and have an ice cold beer? That’s how this ride was for me today. After a couple of weeks … Continue reading
