Andy's Glasses

a blog through the eyes…

Blog

image
January 2, 2017

I ‘heart’ India, part 712…

Ok another reason for loving India. This a really big, really profound one, transcending the normal, the cultural, even the spiritual. This is a big one. Since we’ve been here Spurs have played two matches. And won them both. By the same score. 4-1. Big wins. Dominating performances. Great results against at very least ‘stubborn’ – Read More-

image
January 1, 2017

going native…

I think I’ve ‘gone native’. A week in India, soaking up their history, eating their food, living their culture, its actually happened. Not that I’m some re-born Hindu (they’re all ‘re-born’; that’s the whole point of being a Hindu), mainly because I have difficulties with having one God. Having 14,000 gods fails to facilitate my – Read More-

image
December 31, 2016

manuary, mebruary, mmarch…

India is soooo different. Wonderfully, loudly, brightly, olefactorily, different. It assaults the senses, all of them. Simultaneously. And at once. but you have to be careful. First there’s Delhi Belly. Then we left there and we’re in Goa. Where, presumably, you can get Goa Gut. Generally, you are careful of India Intestine. But the colours – Read More-

image
December 29, 2016

another day, another palace…

Udaipur, Rajasthan, India. Most gorgeous city in… in… well, anywhere. Other than Tottenham, which has its own, unique beauty. Because some geezer, not just a random geezer, but a Maharaja, about 500 years ago, built a palace here. Not like the one/two/three in Delhi, they were built by a conquering King, nor like the three/four/five – Read More-

image
December 28, 2016

still time…

Just when you thought 2016 had had its fill of taking our beloved stars away from us, with just 3 days left its shown us once again that ‘where there’s life there’s hope’. Or, in this case, where there’s life there’s death. Since the weekend we’d already lost Ray Parfitt, the famously blond Status Quo – Read More-

image
December 27, 2016

me and George…

I went to a party in about 1986 at me mate Dom’s new flat. And I was the most famous person there (well, I certainly knew who I was, and how important I was). Until George Michael walked in. He was really famous by that time. Really famous. Wham’s finest player. He wasn’t gay yet. – Read More-

image
December 26, 2016

black’n’white world…

When we booked our India tour, our man in the UK was emailing the tour company in India to book everything, who then got back to him, who forwarded on to us… you get the picture. The subject line of the email originally sent by him was: “India tour for 2 white people”. Honest, that’s – Read More-

image
December 25, 2016

all heart…

Streatham Malkie always bemoans my lack of mention of his beloved Crystal Palace. They’re a football team. Apparently. In the Premiership. And, generally, I don’t mention them purely in consideration for him and his fellow sufferers. Sorry, fellow fans. Because if I’d spoken of Palace in the last few months, it was not going to – Read More-

image
December 24, 2016

currency…

This picture is not actually Mel photobombing a picture with a bunch of Indian schoolgirls. She would normally have done exactly that. Anything for attention. Never afraid of being a bully. But here in India the attention comes to her. And this was the result of a sweet little girl pleading to let her take – Read More-

image
December 23, 2016

relax…

So the phone rings in the room. I pick it up (like what else??) and a voice says, in a very strong, Indian accent: “is that Andrew Convay?” Which, other than the regional mispronunciation (I struggle with Murgh Meganhi), is my given name. But the only people who ever use it are my mother, and – Read More-

Newer Posts
Older Posts