Lost In Translation

Thanks to Mr Gibson’s passing reference to Plastic Bertrand (via the Hello Kitty lounge of Taipei airport), I have decided that all song lyrics read better translated from French. The reason? Well, see it occurred to me on seeing the title of M. Bertrand’s “hit” written down for the first time since 1977 that I’d […]

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On turning…

So, after a month of surprisingly maudlin introspection, I emerge on the other side of 40 no different in any tangible way to when I went into it. It wasn’t, after all, a one-way portal molecule-thin glass that wizens your atoms as you step through like time-lapsed footage of so many ageing apples. And life […]

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Being There

Early tomorrow morning I’m hopping on a train for Manchester. When I get there I will meet up with my brother and we will take part in something that hasn’t happened since we were both very wee indeed. No, we don’t have a ticket for the game. Yes, we will be two of the estimated […]

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