Brits in the USA

The death of Charlie Watts, the drummer with the Rolling Stones, this week affected me more than I thought it would.
It’s not that Watts was a powerful presence. The drummer, a man more comfortable with jazz than rock and roll, was the yin to Jagger’s charismatic yang, a quiet bloke who always seemed like he would be happier listening to his 45s at home than touring...

I seldom dream about politicians but I dreamed of Donald Trump on half a dozen occasions. Each time, the former president occupied an uneasy place in my subconscious reserved for the school bully or the corrosive boss. My life has been mercifully free...

A large Mountain Ash tree grew in the garden behind the house where I lived as a child. It wasn't a remarkable tree but it was a thing of understated beauty with its black and silver bark. As kids, we would spend the long summer months hanging off its...

Easter is a time of renewal when the wind takes the pale pink blossoms from the trees and paints the sidewalks with polka dots. My thoughts of Easter travel back to the days before the crassness of plastic eggs and oversized bunnies to the pale and hopeful...