Sometimes I think I’m in a relationship with a 12 year old boy. I went to a music shop earlier to get my old trumpet fixed up, and I caught him sniggering as I chatted to the assistant. “What’s that called?” he asked, pointing at the tip of the horn. “The bell…” “And it’s at…
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The Cyborg
Imagine a life without colour. A sky devoid of blue, a monochrome city, a dish served in shades of grey. A few weeks ago, I listened to a talk by Neil Harbisson. Looking at him, I soon realised that he was another eccentric speaker (see my post on Alain Robert). For one thing, he had…
The Spanish Bull
The little girl in the red flamenco dress began to wail as the beast whipped his legs into a fervour. His black curls thrashed on his head like furious riders. The Baroque stone courtyard dimmed as candles expired under the wind of his violent kicks and spins. The drums magnified their sound until nothing else…
Ferns and forest 