August 24, 2012 · 12:01 am
It was pipe like this – except without the bed, the door, the electric light…
Top five oddest places I’ve slept in, on or under…
- In a pipe – at some construction site near Grenoble, France. (“Ce n’est pas un lit,” I thought to myself.) I woke and left before being hoisted up by a crane.
- Under a wardrobe (and some mattresses) – after a big night in Dublin. Took a while to be discovered and then extricated.
- At the edge of a cliff – by accident. It was dark. We had been trekking over some small mountains. We were tired. Luckily – so we didn’t walk any further forward. In the morning we discovered the tent was covered in snow. As was the land on either side. But not in front. That’s where the cliff was – and the sea.
- By petrol pumps near Karlsruhe, Germany. That’s where my last lift dropped me. I’d hitched from Poland. There was grass and undergrowth which looked more soft and inviting, but was rustling with quare fellas.* So a nap amidst the hard surfaces, flourescent lighting and idling engines seemed preferable.
- In the middle of a sentence while broadcasting live on the radio. One moment I was giving out some racing results, then next I was slurring… murmuring… silent. People checked the tuning on their radios. Then they heard snoring. How mortifying.** Continue reading →
Filed under D - Loose Bloggers Consortium
Tagged as 5 Live, 5live, BBC, bed, berth, blackwater, blackwatertown, cliff, cliff edge, dasparkhotel, dos equis, Dublin, edge, Five Live, france, gas station, germany, grenable, homeless, Isle of Man, karlsruhe, lbc, london pathway, loose bloggers consortium, Manx, mike vince, narcolepsy, odd, petrol station, pipe, quare fella, quare fellas, radio, rat, rats, rough sleeper, sleep, sleep talking, slept, superstition, the most interesting man in the world, wardrobe
November 14, 2010 · 7:57 pm
I joined our village’s Remembrance Sunday parade and service this morning. Though I have an instinctive uneasiness about people in uniform marching through my community – a hangover from growing up in Northern Ireland – this is one of the few such occasions of which I am proud for my family to be a part.
There is nothing grand about our Continue reading →
Filed under In the village, life, media, politics
Tagged as 1916, Afghanistan, army, Arnold Goodall, Arnold Harding, bad memories, BBC, beavers, Belfast, blackwater, blackwatertown, brownies, Charles Holmes, Christian, Colin Boddy, conflict, cubs, death, division, Donald Hyde, Donna Traynor, Easter, easter lily, Easter Rising, Edmund Worley, Edward Payne, Ernest Payne, Frederick Batting, George Hoad, George Payne, Gerald Sprake, Harold Worley, homeless, homelessness, Ireland, Jesus, Joe Wass, Jon Snow, killing, march, military, National Coalition for Homeless Veterans, Northern Ireland, parade, pavement, Percy Goodall, politics, poppies, poppy, poppy day, poppy fascism, rainbows, RBL, Reginald Taylor, religion, remembrance, Richard Timson, Ronald Mance, Royal British Legion, scouts, services, soldiers, television, TV, veteran, veterans, village, war, William Worley
February 23, 2010 · 11:12 am
What you could win - note the Picasso in the top left corner.
Fancy picking up a Picasso for a tenner? That’s just £10.00. Or an early photograph of Kate Moss? Or a limited edition from the late Beryl Cook? Or my favourite, Anita Klein? Continue reading →
Filed under art, friends, poetry, theatre
Tagged as addiction, Anita Klein, art, Art Saves Lives, Beryl Cook, blackwater, blackwatertown, Cat Flannery, Dean Stalham, ex-offender, friend, Gavin Turk, homeless, homelessness, ICA, John Thaw, John Thaw Foundation, Kate Moss, Music, Picasso, poet, poetry, prison, prisoner, raffle, sculpture, second chance, songs, South Bank Center, South Bank Centre, stage, theatre