Monthly Archives: May 2018


Philip Roth Sometimes it happens. Sometimes I’m a writer and sometimes I’m a liar. You can’t pick up your life and live it for two hours and then put it down again. When Horowitz or Henry, Patrick or Marlow decide to … Continue reading

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THE DIARY – MY DIARY Tristan’s savage sonnets play The rocky face of Alba’s coast While Mr. Machievalas trips into view On a new red street in Bermondsey West The police were wandering around there in 1973 But lately, only 2 … Continue reading

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