The Dadaists were members of an avant-garde European art movement. The Beat Poets were a US group indulging in substances of a not entirely legal nature. So what have I got in common with them. Cutting up small bits of paper. To explain… I have just made my first e-book. It’s a collection of my…
Not long ago, I shared a plane journey with a woman who was heading to Haiti to continue charity work with the victims of the terrible earthquake in 2010. Hundreds of thousands of people were killed or left homeless by the earthquake. At the time the world rallied to offer aid – but these…
A trip to Caribbean – that can only mean one thing – Captain Jack Sparrow. With this in mind – and clutching my camera, I set out from my hotel in San Juan, Puerto Rico in search of pirates. And if you’re looking for pirate – where else but in a fortress. It’s really…
The New York Subway is a place of endless fascination… its dark and noisy and hot (or freezing cold). In a single journey, I can hear half a dozen languages spoken, converse with a man in a gorilla suit, listen to a remarkably good (or bad) busker and be tempted to buy anything from…