I bought the earplugs pictured below at the tail end of last year in anticipation of a busy concert schedule in 2020. I’ve never worn ’plugs to gigs before but, after two particularly noisy experiences last summer (Garbage and Skunk Anansie), and having chatted to a cousin and fellow gig veteran, I decided now was…
So, what next?
Restaurants Yes, what next? Without the delights of dining out and socialising, my portion of the Son et Vin blog had ground to a bone-shaking halt. Is there much point writing restaurant reviews, even historic ones, if the restaurant as we know it doesn’t exist…? Oh sure, I could start ordering in Five Guys and…
Tools of the Trade
‘There’s beauty in the worn tool of the craftsman,’ or so I remember reading in a periodical or novel or on the internet a little while ago. I have a habit of hearing something with such penetrating truth that, within an hour, it has been expunged from my mind and I can never recall it…
A Supposedly Young Thing I’ll Never Do Again
I’ve worn a rubber wristband for 5 days straight, I’ve circumnavigated woodland more times than I can count, I’ve fed deer with Coco Pops and nearly run down a grey squirrel on my nephew’s scooter, I’ve seen back fat that can cover Glastonbury’s Pyramid Stage and a man wolf a cheeseburger in 60 seconds. I’ve…
Sri Suwoon, Pimlico
It’s Sunday and I’ve just woken up from a dream. Was it a dream, though? See I was in Pimlico last night and I bumped into the Duke of Burgundy stashing treasures in a subterranean pocket of Miramont Gardens, and Stanley Holloway was there and Betty Warren and all I could ask each of them…
The Dungeness Snack Shack, Dungeness
I had a bottle left over from a summer spending binge that had intrigued me to such a degree, I never got around to drinking it. Unconscious Bias is a course being undertaken by every two-bit insurance corporation and government quango in the land – desperate for another accreditation in diversity and inclusion – and…
Wahaca, Bluewater
A couple of years ago, during a slow Saturday evening with nothing to do, I took the controller of my Amazon Firestick, pressed the Home button and like many others around the same time I suspect, I looked for something, anything, to watch. How many of us scroll through these befuddling menus and sub-menus in…
Frédéric, Maidstone
Urgh, I feel awful. I’m sitting at my desk the morning after, nursing the hangover from hell and racking my syrah-soaked brain trying to remember whether I committed anything deplorable last night. The signs aren’t good, people won’t look at me and my red eyes tell the sorry story of a man with a wine…
No Time To Die, Billie Eilish
So many column inches have already been consumed by the upcoming 25th James Bond movie, I think there’s a good chance we’re all bored of it even before it’s hit the screens. Eleventh-hour change of directors, the late employment of star-of-the-moment Phoebe Waller-Bridge to rework the script, and the never-ending speculation as to who’ll be…
Annapurna, Folkestone
You can spend a healthy amount of time eating in Folkestone these days. A while ago, when I grew up here, there was a secretive, expensive Michelin-starred restaurant on the seafront, a couple of lineal staples in the shape of an Italian and a curry house, and very little beyond. Without being churlish, in the…
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