Last Supper

Dinner out with close friends, eating al fresco on the street at a neighbourhood restaurant. Five years ago this month I moved to this area. The chapter – a long one – is coming to an end. These very close friends, a couple – whose relationship has been on the rocks for some time –…

A river runs through it

I cycled south this evening, over Chelsea Bridge to see a flat not far from Battersea Park (which those with long memories may recall is perhaps my favourite London park). The journey – though short – isn’t a great deal of fun. I live a privileged existence at present – cycling about 1 mile to work…

Vignettes – 03/03/15

A leaving do for a work colleague. Venue a private members’ club in St James’. My old stomping ground from days gone by (the area, rather than the club). I like these sorts of clubs – slightly stuffy yet also quite informal. Members on first name terms with all the staff. Lots of older people…

Living my life in technicolor

When I arrived at the apartment two weeks ago I found him standoffish and abrupt; rude almost. He was the doorman stroke night porter. A young-ish guy. Late 20s. Possibly early 30s. Very strong ‘New York’ accent. First generation American, hailing from Eastern Europe. Escaping the genocide. He was rude bordering on abrupt back then.…