• How You Keep Your Ruins
    The arboretum’s real; I told you at the time. We never get the people through the checkpoints and the river police; I told you at the time. The inland lakes are real; I told you at the time. A garden by John Tradescant, bunkers and a driving range: helmets are advised. The rolling pasture’s real; […]
  • Little Aeroplane
    If I can’t find words or if they are halted by a synaptic lock keeper, tyrannical yet wise, holding up a hand to delay the latest craft, whatever its design, I return to a trusted question, my favourite formula: Have you ever heard of Vincenzo Montella? If I can’t find truth or it’s out there […]
  • Cinder Pitch
    Once we played on a cinder pitch, a lava flow field with bubble cavities on a flattened out Mount St. Helens of ashes and agglomerates. Which flow event formed the fine ash from fire fountain magma clots for Manchester YMCA and Motspur Park? How did the ball fall on skin corroding all-weather ancient dust? Tell […]
  • Away from Imber Court
    Drink was flowing by the River Ember under placid skies above Island Barn Reservoir where The Bell was surrounded by Alsatians scattered on burnt grass in black and umber, fresh from the water to kettle their masters. North of the Esher Sewage Treatment Works in sterile upmarket bars away from Imber Court, where the only […]
  • Table Football at the College of Agriculture by the Sea
    The general synopsis at dusk: land around the coastal weather station has been requisitioned for table football. A huge tournament by the College of Agriculture’s inshore waters gathers all the continents’ luminaries: the high-angle masters of flat performance, football’s socialist-state directors turning players suspended in mid-air to super-powered windmills of irrelevance. The tactics and philosophies […]