A selection of writings, speeches, photographs and events as well as some of my favourite literary passages.
Tuesday, 9 January 2007
Stunning New Zealand
Sunday, 31 December 2006
New Year's Eve Fireworks in Sydney
Sunday, 24 December 2006
Saturday, 23 December 2006
Sydney at Christmas and New Year
Tuesday, 19 December 2006
Hong Kong at Christmas
Hong Kong was having wonderful weather and the winds had blown away most of the smog so it was idyllic having rooms overlooking the harbour. Friends took us to a fabulous French restaurant overlooking Deepwater Bay called Cococabana
Monday, 18 December 2006
Favourite Cafes
Fabio, Daniel, Jesus (the chef), Giorgi, with Mirelle and Paola |
I don't know why I haven't written about this place before, as it played a large part in my City life. The Village was originally a greasy spoon in the back of our office building just off Mitre Square where The Ripper did for his eighth victim and was taken over at the end of the 80s by a family of enterprising Italians who cleaned it up but kept it totally unpretentious. It became my breakfast haunt for 20+ years.
I would take my Lloyd's List in there at about 7am and have the same breakfast every day - poached egg on toast with grilled tomatoes and a large latte. The waitresses were sometimes Romanian doctors moonlighting while they got their British credentials. Friends would come in and we would sit and chat and catch up on the news or the gossip. A wonderful way to start the day.
Although I no longer go there I was sad to see that the place had recently closed as the building is awaiting renovation. I don't know where they've gone but I'm sure somewhere they are making people happy.
Monday, 11 December 2006
Thursday, 7 December 2006
Tuesday, 28 November 2006
Memories of the Countryside
Kei reading her poetry at James Allen's |
Memories of the countryside
Awake, the sunlight splits the orchard and divides the fields,
At the edge of the grass alcove
(tucked away behind the courtyard and on the border of the corn)
Are the three graves – humble headstones low
Shaped slates of soil basking in the sun
Back by the woods he’s waiting for me
The scarecrow stands in his domicile - the golden desert,
Near to the sweet peas growing over the collapsed wall
But beyond I see my grandfather
We climb the ivy mountain together
Behind, I swear the world is catching up with us
And the nettles clutch at my dress.
Evening, and the violet solitude descends
We stand shoulder to shoulder
And on the crest of the hill a grand line of stags
Peer down at the two humans and disappear
Then the night quickens
The stones in the field slow my running
Towards the warmth of the fire my father has lit
Ahead in the distance like a calling.
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