Men at Work

About five years ago I worked in London and I commuted in from the small hovel under a hedge in which I live. It was a long journey from hovel to greatest city on earth, so I sometimes used to stay overnight on the sofa of a dashing young gay man.
I used to read his [...]

Blue Sky Thinking

I’m in America. I am, really.
I feel okay telling you this - even the crazies - because America is quite big.
There is this man called Mr Blue Sky. I wrote a bit about him before. He’s older than me, more experienced. Clever. Writes the prettiest emails without using caps and with an elusive kind punctuation [...]