Finnegan’s (a) Wake
I suppose, at some point in the future, I shall be allowed to sleep for more than an hour or two. I...
I suppose, at some point in the future, I shall be allowed to sleep for more than an hour or two. I...
OK “war” might be a bit of an exaggeration but My Loved One certainly looked like a bit-part actor in a field...
I have bought a wheelchair. And if it’s a bit sad to be quite excited by it and what it promises, then...
I seem to have spent the whole of the last week playing hide and seek with My Loved One. Lucas and I...
Marlowe Theatre, Canterbury, 13 April 2019 You’d expect mature, measured work from octogenarian Herbert Blomstedt and that, in this enjoyably focused concert...
Barbican Hall, 14 April 2019 Kirill Gerstein’s account of Beethoven’s Third Piano Concerto was very arresting. You could see and feel him...
Life’s a pudding full of plums – Care’s a canker that benumbs Last week, an old friend of mine died. When I...
If life with Ms Alzheimer’s is a “journey” then every week seems to bring a new staging post on the road downhill. ...