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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...

I’m still on the road filming House Doctor for C5 and Cash in the Attic for BBC1 and as a scurry up and down the M1 visiting people’s...

Was on another long odyssey through the West Country, visiting remaining members of my mother’s extraordinary family. Great Auntie Betty...

Just back from New York and about to beetle off to Brazil for a month. Love NYC. Like Skegness, it’s so bracing. I love seeing all my...

Finally, I saw something at the theatre that I really liked. Something that was actually theatre rather than just a nicey-nicey radioplay...

JC at ELECTION TIME Went to see the Deborah Warner Julius Caesar at the Barbican on Election Night. I’ve never seen it staged before –...

For the first time since 1997, British politics is getting exciting. The televised debate suddenly opened up the possibility that the Lib...

I have to say that I hate jazz. All those endless jabbering solos. It rubs me up the wrong way – and I usually avoid it like the plague....

Been up on Holy Island for the 2008 “After the ABC” course which was intense and wonderful. We had snow, storms, sun, wind, sleet, hail...

Last things tend to benefit immeasurably from their lastness. Mozart’s Requiem, Beethoven’s String Quartets. Shakespeare’s Later Plays....

JANUARY NOTES ON AYAHUASCA But there’s no doubt in my mind that I have changed. And that those changes are quite marked. Perhaps I should...

Yesterday, the UK Coalition Government introduced the ‘Bedroom Tax’ which affects 670,000 people (most cruelly those with disabilities)...

Went with Gary to the Barbican to see Robert Wilson/Tom Waits/William Burrough’s The Black Rider. So I was a little apprehensive about...

It’s cold and grey and January. I’m chilly in my flat and have gifted myself a day of doing nothing. So I’m watching a DVD that’s come to...

I was coming down the snowy mountain from my 3-week retreat when David Bowie died. I don’t much care to add to the pile of panegyric that...