Her freedom to rehearse came during the dead of night. With pupils confined back to their dormitories the stage was ready for her performance. Dreaming of one day becoming Principal at the Royal Ballet she would have the school hall to herself, well at least for a couple of hours. Easing down the staircase in … Continue reading Silent Ballet
The young Japanese equity trader’s body was pulled from the icy water a mile downstream at Bermondsey. The speeches and awards at the London Head Office Christmas party the previous night were meant to be the highlight of the corporate calendar but with nothing to celebrate Koichi-san had slipped outside with Charlotte to smoke. Moored … Continue reading Trading Life
He spotted the couple on deck. Gone. There. Gone again. The relentless roll of the sea. Voices. The roar of a plane overhead. He turned over to get a bearing on his own boat to realise how far he had drifted. They had flown to Havana and booked the catamaran to sail as a flotilla … Continue reading The Cuban Missing Crisis
The mobile telephone binged as St. James’s Church bonged, and Jeeves shimmied in. ‘What, what, who’s there?’ ‘Good morning sir. I believe you have received a text on your personal cellular device. Should I open the curtains?’ ‘What? Eh? Oh, yes Jeeves, do.’ I wiggled my toes to ensure the nerves were well rested and … Continue reading A Brinkley Brexit
The first bread roll was thrown directly after grace. As HRH The Duke of Gloucester and honoured guests of the PG Wodehouse Society’s biennial dinner took their seats in the magnificent Lincoln’s Inn Hall, the opening shot plopped into his bowl of pea and mint soup. ‘I’m terribly sorry, your Grace,’ beaked the Society’s chairman. … Continue reading In the soup!
Sitting on the end of my bed, I realise I’ve lost my sock – its perfect purple partner, present, but alone. Somewhere out there, the unemployed rascal is hiding, sneering, taunting me, free for the foreseeable future. Or perhaps it’s sad and lost, anxious for reassurance from its spouse, doomed to the dust and darkness … Continue reading I’ve lost my sock!
As Professor of Philology and Ancient Literature at Cambridge University and Fellow of Newnham College, I was recently obliged to catch a train into London to deliver a speech at the Royal Academy of Arts. I was appalled at having to open the door into First Class, carry my own briefcase, straighten the cotton antimacassar … Continue reading Querimonia!