It seems that I keep remembering the pearls from George Mikes’s How to be an Alien. But how can I avoid doing so, when I get to see the screen shot of a story on CNN’s website? The story i...
I don’t remember when, or how, I developed this strange fascination for streetlights. The fascination is such that I admitted a few years ago in a company of the uni friends that I approach each...
The symbols of our religious festivals aren’t as innocent as we’d like them to be. Recently the State Russian Museum in St Petersburg exhibited the works by Yuri Khrzhanovsky, a Russian ar...
I read “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer” by Patrick Suskind twice, although I still haven’t seen the film. The opinions of some people whom I trust did play a certain role in delayi...
I’m writing a copy about Belgium for a website, and I’ve come across the name of the Belgian actor and writer Noel Godin (left) who is famous for entarting diverse and sundry celebrities. The BBC stat...
I want to love you, but I know not, how; To call your name – but is there such a name That may become you? To the spheres above I now entrust the knowledge of the same. I barely hope and yet I a...
Between the hands, between the brows,Between the lips of Love-Lily,A spirit is born whose birth endowsMy blood with fire to burn through me;Who breathes upon my gazing eyes,Who laughs and murmurs in m...
This stay in Llandudno was a good break from the city’s hustle and bustle, and some of you may already have checked my Flickr albums. Richard over at the BBC Manchester Blog was wondering what I...
I went to Llandudno to explore the place because I want to set a story there. Last February I came up with an idea, which I actually explored in a short story in March, but then I put it aside to see ...
I have just been reading some blog posts from some friends in Manchester who wrote about their Christmas. It may be odd, but this year “je repars à zero”, to quote Edith Piaf. I’m go...