Going On Strips


The Seasons of Enlightenment


It’s not losing our glasses that causes us the most grief anymore, not even losing our keys or the odd sock….it’s our telephones.  Our personal telephones are like our gods, they are called a different name in each religion and each culture, but essentially, they...

When I Am An Old Woman


  It is the last Sunday in August on Lake Annecy.  It is 38 degrees, and I am alone, sitting at the dining table on the terrace, shaded by a loggia of jasmine, wisteria and clematis, eating my Sunday lunch, before packing my Stand Up...

I’d Love a Fag. A Short Tale of Friendship


  In Berlin, where many old accommodation blocks are built around courtyards, by law, a second staircase is provided for emergencies. Our apartment, on the fifth floor of a century old ‘Altbau’ is three sides of a square in shape. At one side is the...

My Neck of the Woods


  Over the weekend, it got progressively colder, which is as it should be of a Berlin January.   It was so cold on Saturday that on the square expanse of wind-whipped Alexanderplatz a young couple, laughing, hunkering down by the U Bahn entrance pulled...

FLEE, FRIGHT, FIGHT AND FLIGHT


  What a wonderous thing is the human body – as wonderous a thing as a pelican (his beak can hold more than his belly can.)   Two days ago, on Sunday, the Feast of St Brigid, in Ireland called the first day of Spring,...

Berlin, A Quiet Saturday


In Berlin there are so many bloggers, so many artists, so many little photographers (with and without blue hair) that everything is constantly documented.       According to intel from Tim (Strangely Strange) Booth, a supermarket had recently opened in Berlin called “Original Unverpakt”...

Eight Weeks of Christmas 2. Martinmas November 11th.


  Martinmas and Armistice Day. Martinmas was considered the first day of Winter, and meteorologically “if the geese at Martin’s Day stand on ice, they will walk on mud at Christmas.” There is word of a Polar Vortex which is about to hit the East...

I’s Bucket Challenge


  A few days ago, a friend named me to take up the Ice Bucket Challenge.  Sorry, no d’ice. I am not taking up the Ice Bucket Challenge, because I don’t want to….which in a way is more difficult than doing it, because it is...

Barrow Mouse


  Working in the garden I am not alone.  Pollen-bummed bees back out of flower mouths in haste to get to the next bloom complaining loudly I block their flight path.  A blackbird follows me around, tweeting all his friends that this is HIS freshly-turned long-...

Lifestyles of the Poor and Unknown: Red Carpet at the Berlinale


I don’t do clothing with logos and have but two sweatshirts with messages on them.   One says “Art is Dirty Work, but Someone Has to Do it”  the other says “Lifestyles of the Poor and Unknown.”   As my lifestyle is that of the...