A Waiting Story: three solid weeks.

Getting into a habit is as difficult as getting out of it observed Marco. One of us is talking about tennis, the other is talking about smack. He reckoned you need three solid weeks to change your habits in such a way that they would stick. Learning to play tennis over three solid weeks is … Continue reading A Waiting Story: three solid weeks.

A waiting story: the inconvenienced art gallery.

Today I visited a major international art gallery in London which had removed its public toilets as part of a temporary exhibition. It has been inspired by the work of Mark Rothco who intended his audiences to utterly submerge themselves in his work without the distraction of commerce, entertainment or bodily needs. The art exhibition … Continue reading A waiting story: the inconvenienced art gallery.

A Waiting Story: Chilli Chocolate.

He gives me chilli chocolate every year as my birthday present but I'm allergic to chilli. "I've bought you some chocolate," he tells me eagerly, "for your birthday." "But I'm allergic to chilli ," I tell him, puzzled why I have to keep on reminding him, 25 years on. "Oh. Sorry." He'll respond, disappointed. I … Continue reading A Waiting Story: Chilli Chocolate.

A Waiting Story: The Last Supper or How to Clear a McDonald’s.

Me and the mates were getting a bit tired with the delay in the service of the so called fast food restaurant. What normally takes seconds had taken over a minute and it was clear to us all that the problem lay with the numbers of customers who were queuing in every conceivable space possible: … Continue reading A Waiting Story: The Last Supper or How to Clear a McDonald’s.

A Christmas Waiting Story: the Mole’s tale.

I am a mole and I live in a hole with the voles of despondency. Cheer up I say, it may never happen but the voles continue to fret in their usual way, whiskers a-quiverling, noses a-twitching, feet a-tingling. You just don’t understand they squeak, we’re doomed, we’re all doomed and you mole are first … Continue reading A Christmas Waiting Story: the Mole’s tale.

A Christmas Waiting Story: the Walrus’s tale.

I am The Walrus. Goo goo g' joob I hear you tenors mutter but no amount of back chat is going to detract me from the fact that I am indisputably The Walrus. Not a walrus, not any old walrus but The Walrus. So listen up, pay attention and learn fast. We've got three hours … Continue reading A Christmas Waiting Story: the Walrus’s tale.

A Christmas Waiting Story: the Pigeon’s tail.

I am a pigeon, a regular boy pigeon who jauntily hops along railway platforms looking for the next bird to pull.. Ooo there she is, hang on lady, just let me get a bit closer... dammit, she's flown the coop. Never mind, here I am, a regular boy pigeon who's got a bit on the … Continue reading A Christmas Waiting Story: the Pigeon’s tail.

A Christmas Waiting Story: the Goldfish’s tale.

I am a goldfish and we get a very bad press. There are those who accuse us having very short memories; there are those who accuse us of... Well, I forget what it is they accuse us of but it's not especially complimentary. But what those fish forget in their accusations about our suspect collective … Continue reading A Christmas Waiting Story: the Goldfish’s tale.