I've not been to one for a while,A concert at St Michael's church.Filled pews on each side of the aisle,For my sandwich, my knee served as a perch.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WYK9BFW Before his recent near-death and out of body experience, Gregor had come to accept the slow, vegetating state of his mind. Possessing a lack of enthusiasm akin to a sedated zombie, he'd existed in a constant state of resignation, procrastination and guilt. But now, recognising a second chance granted, Gregor has learnt to embrace… Continue reading The Oxford Wardrobe Murders
Gregor Samson as Artist Extraordinaire Imagine being mistaken for someone famous, inhabiting their appearance and yet knowing you are not them. What kind of day could you have and how satisfying would it feel, to experience the life of an international celebrity? Might it be rather exciting, just for one day? Gregor Samson is about… Continue reading The Mistaken Identity Situation
Utilising the marvels of interweb technology, the following is the transcript of my recent radio show broadcast where I am in interview with Jan Futchinelle, l'enfant terrible investigative reporter creating a name for himself in the modern medieval city of Oxford and well beyond these county lines. For anyone out there who calls living under a… Continue reading exclusive interview
Following on from a groundbreaking article (car ban or carbon?) written on the traffic congestion plague affecting Oxford, investigative journalist Jan Futchinelle's latest piece focuses on the roads themselves. With kind permission, what follows is the full and recently published article, which many point to as responsible for triggering the recent wave of local popular… Continue reading the state of our roads
My dearly devoted Readers, how often I am asked: "What news of Oxford, friend! Tell us, won't you just?" Alright, alright, okay, I press pause on my own humble ramblings and offer-up an answer to this very query. Here, I present a shooting star amongst Oxford's Glitterati, a journalist I strongly identify with, delivering the qualities of… Continue reading car ban or carbon?
Although a familiar face and often seen in the city of Oxford, I had no idea as to his name. Adopting the style of an over-fed 11th century Anglo-Saxon peasant, he wore the same brown rags and moss-green holed jumper every day. A length of thick rope tied around an expansive waist, held up his trousers.… Continue reading phone a friend