The snake, a slippery character. Human or reptile?

Typed with Olivetti Lettera 22 This epistle has its genesis in, umm, Genesis. That would be 1:24 in the book of Genesis to be precise – and that would be in the bible for those still wondering what the hell I’m on about. Oh god, that’s the bit about that Almighty chappie making all the animals and things on day 6.     During my wayward life I’ve been confronted with a...

Selling whistles to German ravers

Perhaps to escape from our current alarming situation, I’ve found myself reliving a time in my life which was as different to the reality of these past months as it is possible to be. It involves travel, massive crowds, sharing whistles and no hand sanitizer. Berlin, 1998 (Wikimedia Commons). Count the whistles. In the carefree 1990s, I was coming to the end of a year backpacking and working...

Three bodies and not a virus on site.

Now for something completely different. It’s so morbid and depressing to continually read about the trials and tribulations of Covid–19. So this week’s episode is going to concentrate on something far more positive and uplifting; funerals. Three bodies and not a virus on site. On my recent foray through Central America I was confronted with three different dead bodies. Admittedly they were...

Loveless In The Time of Coronavirus – Part 2

(Apologies to Gabriel Garcia Marquez – again!) I am in the world feeling my way to light ‘amid the encircling gloom.’ Mahatma Gandhi. So I slept on it. I awoke in Nicaragua with no plan. In the tropics I love the early mornings. The coolest, and, apart from the cacophonous bird sound, most peaceful part of the day. I habitually rise with the sun and always venture forth for...