I scan the crowdthe heat of its passing,the trigonometry of its structureand the sense of destiny in its eyes Bits of it break awayand speak to meHello, mate!Everything OK?Lovely day Somewhere deep in thereare slices of angerfingers of fearbut I…
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One of the best pieces of advice given to me early in my “career” was to start what my editor at the time called a commonplace book. This was just a place to store any quotations that struck me as…
The winding roadfrom Christmas Eve to New Year’s Dayis hard to follow – unnecessary humps, diversions, hold-ups, unexpected lights –and intersections all awry That normal weekly neatness cast asideand signposts scribbled overthen abandoned: distractions everywhereand black holes, potholes too We lose…
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Magnus Carlsen, the best chess player in the world, turned up for a tournament in New York recently wearing jeans. Smart jeans (he’s a smart player), but jeans nevertheless. This offended the organisers, who had a dress code. Carlsen offered…