It was one of those disturbing questions that appeared unbidden over an early morning cup of tea, trying to get my share of the day before too many other people had used it. We have been brought up and trained, by and large, to get… Read More
I have always disliked the term “Entertainment Industry”. It smacks of the food and drink equivalent of satanic mills. The picture above is of Cafe Guerbois. Centred on Edouard Manet, its customers included Emile Zola, Monet, Renoir, Pissaro and Degas. It was the crucible from… Read More
Forty years ago I was living in the mountains of Cyprus, a place that sits deep in my heart and holds many memories. Amonst the many wonderful idiosyncracies was the “Bundu Bus”. Built on a Bedford chassis, they carried anything and anybody anywhere on the… Read More
