Last Word, Memoirs

Midnight cooking


We spent a brief year in the little flat in Lake Gardens. You have met this flat ( apartment, if American ) before. This is the same flat that saw us beat off the Cantankerous Cat. You know also, by now, that we had to contend with Peeping Toms. And, of course there were neighbour.… Continue reading Midnight cooking

Last Word, Miscellany

Why I don’t shop at the GAP anymore


The header says it. I won't. I don't. Not anymore. My first ever pair of blue jeans were from GAP. In the late 70's these were flared jeans of the requisite blue denim. As a penniless ( or paisaless ) teenager I've had my fashion challenges. Some of these have been documented, notably in the story… Continue reading Why I don’t shop at the GAP anymore

Last Word, Pomes

You and I


You've said a lot. So have I. You've done a lot. Have I? I've thought a lot. So have you. I've tried a lot. Have you? You've hurt a lot. So Have I. You've worked a lot. Have I? I've cried a lot. So have you. I've smiled a lot. Have you?

Last Word, Pomes, Uncategorized

Just me


Left home and my heart behind with our future on my mind. Just me?  Only me? Seems it's me, not we. Looks like it's going to rain. Lord, I don't want that again. It's only me here. Could do with you here. But then, again, is that  true? Will you paint my rainbow blue? I think… Continue reading Just me

Last Word, Recipes & Food

Five Easy Sandwiches


Ok, I think this blog could do with a bump in readership. Now food, recipes and kitty cats improve the stats but I don't like cats ( what? you had no idea? Hmmm ... you must be new around here. )  So here are some simple recipes. I cannot promise you that these sandwiches are healthy, calorie-wise… Continue reading Five Easy Sandwiches

Last Word, Memoirs

Alice doesn’t wear drawers, anymore


It's funny how words have more than one meaning. It's funny how that one fact can give rise to some very funny situations. Here is one I remember from an earlier time. Regular readers will remember that once upon a time I was a young man living in Calcutta. This is a story about a… Continue reading Alice doesn’t wear drawers, anymore