A whippet and a lurcher in the woods.

Thanksgiving in England.

Prine Primed. Incited by the Songwriting of John Prine. Cowboy Jamboree Press. Edited by Adam Van Winkle. A new release from Cowboy...

“Are they yours? Aren’t they magnificent?” “I’ll like them better when they’re on my plate." I winced and we walked away, commiserating....

Three years gone. For so long I was affronted and outraged that the world kept rolling on - you know how that is. Now I'm beyond...

We had some racy photographs taken today. I realise the word racy hasn't been used since 1962 by an excitable TV critic talking about...

I have never known what to do at Christmas, in the same way that I have never known what to do at the weekends. Most of the fripperies of...

Our last day or two in the neighbourhood before we pack up these pots & pans, whippets & trinkets and head south. I find myself getting...

Well, we are trying to move to Dorset but Santander Bank seems to be working on a hunch that Ronny is a money launderer rather than a...

For all our anxiety about running out of time we spend a lot of it composing grand things in our mind that we won’t say out loud. There’s...

We were awake at 4am last night laughing about this odd addiction to sadness we have both nurtured so carefully since early childhood. I...

We've been swapping movies. This is apt, since Kate & Ronny came in on James Grissom’s Follies of God, which is, among other things, a...

In Maidenhead, at Heather’s flat, one rare, scorching summer - swimsuits, a paddling pool in the garden under a drooping washing line....

I wish more people could do this. I think most of us know we are being cheated. The game of 'who can hold the ugliest note for the...

When I’m lying on the floor, rubbing her belly, Vera never wonders: "What exactly is she after?" When I put chicken in the slow cooker...

I’m listening to John again. I never knew him but I watch his step. The heart was miscarrying and defeated, but the face says he laughed...

I visited the Vatican museum years ago. The orgy of wealth was shameful and I think everyone leaves the place feeling a little grubby,...

For two people with no religion we seem to count a lot of things as holy. Dogs, kissing, sex. Clyde McPhatter and Arthur Alexander....

i understand now why everyone comes home from Ireland with stories. While I was with him and Maureen in Enniskillen, Joe Corrigan...

I'm taking to boat from Fishguard to Rosslare tomorrow. Crossing the same sea Terry crossed with his mum and dad when he was three or...