I realize I risk offending some regular readers by publishing this article, maybe even the majority, hence the title. Entering the world of discussion on Covid is entering a minefield. … Continue reading
Missive from Andalusia V
Angelica and I seem locked in a never-ending cycle of Tuesdays. Now, I’m not one of those people that have a strong dislike of Tuesdays, even though it is one … Continue reading
Missive from Andalusia IV
By the evening of the fourteenth day of home confinement I became mindful of an unfamiliar feeling of peace. It was strange. Heightened by a renewed sense of being, my … Continue reading
Missive from Andalusia III
Growing up in England during the 1950s and 60s just about everywhere was closed on Sundays. The only places that were open were ones I didn’t want to go to. … Continue reading
Missive from Andalusia II
You wake up in the middle of a nightmare only to realise you’re living in one. Suddenly, you’re part of the crisis that’s been playing out on TV and social … Continue reading
Missive from Andalusia I
The news came via Latvia of all places. I can’t say it wasn’t expected. Not by that time. Well, the fact it came from Latvia wasn’t expected. My mobile rang. … Continue reading
Look back in Hunger
The need to write is probably much the same as the craving for opium: however much you get you always want more. It’s the same with photography. However many snaps … Continue reading
John Bolton — His Dangerous Fantasies
The idea of a weakling like John Bolton dying for his country in the paddy fields of Vietnam back in 1960s and 70s would be laughable, if it weren’t for … Continue reading
Set Julian Assange free!
For any nation to qualify as a democracy it must have a free and open media. In times gone by this used to be know as the fourth estate. One … Continue reading
Carnival in Andalucia
For more than quarter of a century Europe’s largest carnival took place on my doorstep. Well, not actually on my doorstep, it wasn’t big enough, but just beyond. I lived … Continue reading
La Romería de San Sebastián 2018 – Conil de la Frontera
Si hay un santo para vagar borracho en el campo, tiene que ser San Sebastián. Oficialmente, es el santo patrón de la peste bubónica, pero no hay mucha necesidad de eso … Continue reading
The Day the Circus Came to Syston
No matter how I try, I can’t forget the day the circus came to our little town in Leicestershire. That day now belongs to a faraway, mystical era unencumbered by … Continue reading
Vote for an antisocial media
Like growing numbers of others, I’m so irritable and grumpy, I think I’m cut out more for antisocial media than social media. I’m much better at making enemies on … Continue reading
Bryan Hemming 