Dirty Fingers
Here’s how bad it was. For several weeks now I’ve been staring at a sample of artificial turf – a chemical laden sheet of toxic waste masquerading as grass – … Continue reading
The heart of any home
Most tourists in their right minds would never choose to visit the dusty town of Birtamod, a polluted sprawl that dribbles across the main East West Highway in southern Nepal. … Continue reading
Many Hands
‘Jeez those blowies were thick.’ ‘Did you make it to the funeral?’ ‘Just tell ‘em you’ve got no clothes on, it works every time.’ ‘Is Michael still at the coppers? … Continue reading
Reasons to be cheerful
On this overcast day in London, when Piccadilly was crammed with people hurrying to get somewhere—pushing prams, pulling suitcases, dragging recalcitrant children behind them—I took a five-minute detour through Green … Continue reading
Strawberries in the Desert 
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