It has taken me forty-three years of ups and knocks and dips and rides and introspection to fully comprehend and appreciate the profoundly liberating forces that propel the process of creation. One is master not only of the moment but also of all the emotions and energies one is seeking to transmit or channel. The […]

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It must have been late on a Saturday afternoon and we all got together at Fontanella for beers and nibbles. Monica did a great job of pulling gastronomic rabbits out of hats all evening, one after another, and Valen made sure the music was good and up to scratch. The conversation flowed and beers were […]

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Sophie was offered a house sitting job for a few days and the rather plush flat in the 16 ème arrondisement in Paris, just off Rue des Belles Feuilles, came with a large and ageing black Labrador bitch. The owners, Mr et Mme Legrand, would be away for a few days and the dog, though […]

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As always, the flight back from Lisbon to Barcelona was pretty full and Cristina and I ended up being allocated separate seats; 20 E and 21 E respectively. At check-in we went through something of a song and dance regarding the weight of our suitcase. The hostess was kind enough to suggest that we might […]

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At school I joined the swimming club my last two summers there. I’d been dropping in to swim several times a week, year round, since I could remember and the thought of taking it a step further appealed to me. My routine was my own, at my own pace and strictly extra-curricular; lengths done at […]

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Just up the road from our flat is El Chipen. I suppose you might call it our “local” although I’ve always resisted the idea of having a regular watering hole attributed to me. Be that as it may, Cris and I go there several times a week for a few beers at the end of […]

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Scene 1- Showing up with Cris for an appointment for a CAT scan at 1.00am at Hospital Clinic where there is no one around. The guard at reception gives us complicated directions down wide empty corridors and down into the basement. We wander about like lost souls, seeing no one, and eventually find our way […]

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