My body is confused. I am confused. Because I’m in my third time zone in one week and it is indeed very confusing. On Monday we were in Japan time (GMT + 8), then we came back to British Summer time (Japan time… probably -8) and on Thursday morning we entered Lila Standard Time (GMT – Read More-
I’ve been out of politics for some time now. Nearly 3 weeks. And if 24 hours is lifetime, this period is approaching ‘forever’. Although, alas, in many ways, nothing like long enough. I left the country specifically to give them all time to sort out Brexit, find a reason to get Farage on the plane – Read More-
She wore a brand New Jersey, if you’re interested. It was a song. Decades ago, that ‘cleverly’ used the name of all of America’s 50 states. It was pathetic. But, as a kid, I learned the names of lots of states that I’d never have otherwise known. Which was pretty much all of them except – Read More-
When I’m away I read the Times online. And it takes me about 3.6 minutes. I glance at the sort of things that pass for headlines in the online world, then read the sport. It’s just not how I want/need/like to read a paper. I know, I could go to a news site and see – Read More-
The over-riding message you take from all of Japan is one of food. There are restaurants, cafes, diners, quite literally everywhere. In rows. You never ever find just one, always 17. Most selling the same thing, sometimes they offer variety. In the spaces between the eateries you find food shops. Not just ‘yer basics’ kind’a – Read More-
I was standing on the platform this morning at Odawara station, getting the bullet train back to Tokyo. So this is what you do. You find the platform, it ain’t hard. Then along the platform are the numbers of the actual carriages on the train, once it arrives. So you go to the ‘4’ number – Read More-
You arrive at the Ryokan and the first thing that happens is that you take your shoes off. That’s a big thing in Japan anyway, but in the ‘old Japan’ ethos of a Ryokan, its a red line. At the door, off they come and they lend you some sandals. You get to choose. Small, – Read More-
When in Rome, as the saying goes, do like the Romans. But what do they mean? Eat an unborn baby? Shag a little boy? Fight a lion, kill a Christian or just eat pizza? And how does that help me when I’m in Hakone, which is where I’m headed. To Mount Fuji. To stay in – Read More-
What is art? Iss pitchers. Innit. Maybe skullptcha. Drawins. Nice. Pretty. Don’t’cha reckon? Well you’d be wrong. You Neanderthal, philistine, anachronistic know-nuffink. Renoir? Tosser. Picasso? Wanker. Beethoven? Nob. Ok, musician, but sort of arty. Because if you want ‘contemporary art’, you need ‘installations’. Tracey Emin does ‘em. Loads of people do them. And on the – Read More-
I wrote today’s blog last night. Due to Mel insisting that we sort of ‘catch trains’ and ‘eat dinner’ and ‘see things’, at all sorts of inconvenient times, you have to make hay whilst the rising sun. And its about art. I left a little space at the bottom just to put something like: shame – Read More-