What’s up with this cool cat? I like the attitude. Small-town boy like myself, I’ve got a little to learn from this specimen. So self-assured, or, if you like, “at ease” with itself. I wanted to pat this cat, but no chance. Like you see from the photograph, the window came between us (more…)

Some people get to be ghosts, for a living, and making some cash too. The writers these are, the ghosters, whose voices channel through another person (more…)

Apparently, in other countries, they play football (soccer to you dimwits) on pitches like this. This particular example taken from the harbor of Montevideo. At noon. Too warm for even the laziest of penalty-kicks. And who would have chased the lost ball anyway? Not me. No, give me a covered grassy surface with dew on it. And nets. (more…)

They come to see him nearly every day now, the emergency services. He’s my neighbour, and he doesn’t open the door. So they stand outside and knock and scream. I suppose they’re afraid he’s gonna die. They tell him to open the door, but he pretends he can’t hear them. I know. He’s told me. (more…)

This perfect stranger came to town the other day. Tall guy, short hair and a small mustache. Showed up at the office asking for Simon, but Simon was at home, tending the sick wife, or so he said, so it fell to me to take the stranger for a quick tour around town. That’s what he wanted, a quick look around. Said he’d heard so much about Kavli he couldn’t wait to see the stadium (more…)