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I was lucky enough to attend two big rallies recently against the Trump administration and our government’s unquestioning toadying up to...

Talking this afternoon over a hamburger freshly cooked on the barbeque with Jez and Tom who both were at University with me, it struck us...

I’m watching – through the glories of the BBC’s new iPlayer – a show that seemed to completely escape me for its first series. It’s...

Became compulsively fascinated by the Regent Street lights yesterday. Might have been champagne. Might have been the slyly festive Sufjan...

When I younger – perhaps 11 or 12 – I had mildly autistic fascination for composers and books on music. I was encyclopedic in my...

Went with Rachel to a wonderfully underground (in all senses of the word) art exhibit in the bowels of Shoreditch Town Hall. The winner –...

I have a billion things to do – not least get up at 5am tomorrow morning but I cannot sleep until I’ve vented a little of my rage at the...

This majestical roof fretted with golden fire

Wow… after a long gestation, the website is finally born. Burning Turban comes to life. It started as an idea I had 2 years ago while I...

Herz aus Glas. Perhaps one of the most fabulous, under-the-skin brilliant movies I’ve seen in a while. It’s ancient of course – from the...

Suddenly I’m in Morocco. A wonderfully impulsive trip to accompany heart-broken Simon who decided to get over his break-up by means of...

I just spent a couple of days transcribing an interview I did with Silvia, the wonderful Argentinian psychotherapist who runs the...

Once a year in Tibet, some mountain monasteries conduct very long non-stop ceremonies called Drupchen. The roots go back into the...