It’s a month since I arrived back in Canada from a week in Oaxaca. I touched down in Toronto on the eve of Hurricane Sandy which, fortunately didn’t affect us much except to make the rainy, windy, dark and ominous weather in very stark contrast to the beautiful sunshine of Oaxaca. Since then, my absence … Continue reading »
On meeting Maggie in London and Prague
See her there? Mrs. Thatcher, hanging on the stone cellar walls of a pub in Prague, watching students drink beer and listen to post-punk live music. She’s frozen pale in her pop art picture frame; like a vampire encased in an eternal tomb, forced to ever-after gaze down upon behaviour she would most certainly have … Continue reading »
