The plan was to walk in, pick up the three bottles and get home as quickly as possible. It was one of those days that quickly turns from lig...

Do you think those "Daily routine" lists, detailing the creative lives of writers, artists and philosophers are real? I got an an...

Two head-clearing lunchtime walks to the Barbican this week. It seemed, both times, the thing to do after feeling myself slipping down into ...

The Christmas trees are out on the streets again. Some of them lying inches from the front door, so they look as if they've been kicked ...

This morning, like most Saturday mornings, I walked the few minutes to my favourite cafe. Past the restaurant where the owners and the head ...

“Do you ever eat Aligot?” I ask my French housemate after reading about this marvellous, hug of a dish which - because it is French, is clea...

I'm wrapping my scarf around my neck. (Wrapped around once with just enough left to tie a knot under my chin. Or  "shorter than ...

By September 19th the heat in New York is truly intense. The humidity has grown from damp hairline sweat to aggressive hot rain that always...

A woman on West 23rd Street cackling HAHAHA I forgot how much I love this city. Two elderly Chinese couples ballroom dancing on ...

Photographs at Tate Modern My Mum went to Tate Britain recently, and after looking at a couple of Henry Moores decided she'd look ...