It was seven in the evening at the Royal Geographical Society. It was warm, dark and I had stepped off a transatlantic flight at lunchtime. I was rudely aware of someone hitting my arm. I awoke to find five hundred people, including a pissed-off speaker, staring at me - and my mobile phone that was going off like an air-raid klaxon.
Bad moment.
Monday, 29 April 2013
Monday, 22 April 2013
Cruelty and fish
For the most part, the farming of animals in the developed world is reasonably humane - outside the horrors of factory farming. An out-and...
Sunday, 21 April 2013
The Exumas
The Exumas, in the Bahamas, extend for over a hundred and fifty miles and consist of over three hundred and fifty small islands lying like a...
John le Carre
Some writers are feted in their own era and then fall into obscurity while others write in a vacuum and are lionised when it is too late for...
Friday, 5 April 2013
The Daily Telegraph
I was cold-called recently by someone from the Daily Telegraph asking me about my newspaper habits. My initial answer was that as far as hab...