I've had a lot of time to think lately. Late last night, when I couldn't sleep, I was thinking about a supermodel that I met in San Francisco. A supermodel who said that she would call me, but never did...
I stuffed my hip flask into the arse-pocket of my jeans, Dr Tulsa put on his trucker cap, and we left the house, reaching Wild Bill's blues bar around midnight.
The American equivalent of the English pub is probably the ‘dive bar’. One evening I had a need to get out of the house, so I headed out for a quick stroll up Hyde street. As I arrived at the O’Farrell intersection, I saw that our neighbourhood dive bar, The Nightcap, was open for the…
Blind Giles told me long ago about the plans for Scarborough’s first naked bike ride. But, ever the pragmatist, he always has his reasons for asking.“Maybe you’d like to… come along, Sherwood. It could be fun. And you could block off roads and be in charge of filming it all for me.” I’ve never been one…