It never rains in California.

Camborne is many things. To some, it is the cultural capital of their lives. A hub of dazzling creativity and sparkling innovation that shines as a beacon in the darkness illuminating its close neighbour, Redruth, showing it up to be the shoddy, rat infested, crust wiping cultural hell hole it is. The best thing toContinue reading “It never rains in California.”

Don’t let the sun go down on me

The sun has but a couple of hours left to share its warming light while the sea breeze accompanies its setting glow. Ripples along the sea shore are gently caressed into wavelets that break gently upon the rocky shoreline singing the soothing song that we all know. One is bathed in light, life and loveContinue reading “Don’t let the sun go down on me”

“I say, you there…”

Trains, planes and automobiles provide you with any number of opportunities to reflect upon the vicissitudes, banalities and embuggerancies of everyday existence. Waiting at check in, security, in departure lounges and in platform tea rooms on a cold foggy night in Crewe affords time to observe ordinary and extraordinary folk, if one can be arsedContinue reading ““I say, you there…””