Adrift, by myself alone,In the wintery city,This alien largely remained, Cheerful, polite and witty.Carried atop the crest, Of a rapid retail crusade, Onward toward the centre, And where the profits are made. Here, the markets are bulging,With clothing, books and food.A delightful melange for the senses, One's spirit is lifted and wooed.Watch as transactions are… Continue reading Foreigner

mon chapeau préféré

“I didn’t want to become one of those legions of old men looked upon affectionately, who wear the same hat for the last twenty-five years of their lives, it becoming ever more grimy and ragged by the year.” This, the opening statement by a stylishly dressed gentleman sat opposite me on the train to London today. In actuality, this… Continue reading mon chapeau préféré