friends who hate each other are the best decades of not speaking peaking in the demise of one proves to the other that true friendship never dies meaning you lost

Vladik what’s happened? A practical joke. They’ve put a bag on your head painted an old man’s face on and stuck a wig on top. You’ll take it off won’t you? You’ll roar with laughter drink beer and tell us all your plans. Vladik won’t you?

Asking for trouble, I suppose, to put the first one, oddly given by a dinner guest, on a complex set of shelves like noughts and crosses but with thirty-six partitions, this a gift from someone else. Subsequently, friends have been filling up these squares with owls: candidates of wood and china, leather, felt and glass, […]

Black pelt in the cupboard dark at the rail’s end: shiny as a beetle carapace; huge eye fringed with horsehair, set under Cleopatra bangs, winged up in a Sixties’ flick. Swan neck, bolted through cleanly, bloodlessly. Dangling legs, slightly spread as if in sleep nudging suits and brushing hangers, soft lips parted to receive blessings, […]

Thanks to your nickname Interesting, which I’ve never lived down, despite the psychiatrist telling me to tell myself I am an attractive man really, I decided to learn guitar and join the SAS – flying spy planes over Cuba, training Sandinistas in Honduras – hoping signoras would look up from their fluttering fans to gaze […]

Your language is not my language I break in always a little too soon, and you come to the point so late I make an appointment for thirty o’clock and we shake on it I’ll be there and you’ll be there – right? We point, gesture some more, laugh, and part His language is not […]