Off the Wall

Always prohibitively expensive to buy, vitreous enamel signs are the brilliantly colourful 'Street Jewellery' of the English scene. ...

Stars and Stripes

Staring at my Len Deighton collection this evening, as one does, I looked again at this superb Raymond Hawkey cover for the first Penguin ed...

Sunday Talk

How good to see a village chapel still in use for its original purpose, instead of converted into a conversation-piece residence or filled w...

Blimey O' Riley

Well, alright, just one more. This Riley was a cut-above the average, the sort of car that could only be driven with Dents driving gloves an...

Sliding Doors

I'm sorry to be continuing this motor show fugue , but don't worry we'll soon be back with rusty Castrol jugs and phone boxes fa...

Husky Voice

We've all been there. Those moments in our lives when we stop and think "Actually, what have I done to deserve this?". This Hi...

Kings of Neon

There's something about neon signs. I snapped this one on Friday night inside the Soho Pizzeria in Beak Street, where you can eat Americ...

Up the Spout

Alright, here it is. I'm not going to say anything more about it, other than to say that I publish it as my Valentine's Day card to ...

Mustard & Gravy

I am beginning to think that I need to be treated, or counselled, over my O.B.E. Not the gong in its velvet box that Her Majesty is doubtles...

Altar Image

Yesterday was like early summer rather than a week or so into February. I took my boys out into the surrounding countryside (much mud-slingi...

On the Tiles

Not much to say about this really, except that it's yet another reminder of an alternative London that still clings on in odd corners of...

Kid ‘n play

It may not be the most polite conclusion to come to, but most of us think it at one time or another: kids make me sick - literally. They for...