Monthly Archives: August 2012

Off-scale is a modern adjective of which I was not sure if I approved.  I have just got back to my apartment in Okinawa after an epic trip back from SF. It is 1:30 am. There has been a mega … Continue reading →

It is Sunday. James and I take Lazlo the dog for a walk around the Panhandle. Lazlo is a good doggy but comes from the wrong neighborhood, or hood. He comes from Pit Bull city. He is exuberant, muscular and … Continue reading →

I have to get up early to move my car because Monday is street cleaning on Fell. I go to Whole Foods to look at the food displays and marvel at the variety of produce.     I then stroll … Continue reading →

One of my goals in life is to eat in every restaurant on Irvine St in San Francisco. I worked hard at this when I spent  a few months there in 2010. Being in the city, I added a new … Continue reading →

As I have mentioned before my most prized possession is my flute. Made in the 1820s with exquisite craftmanship, she is still going strong. However from time to time little ailments crop up which need doctoring. Ah, San Francisco, city of … Continue reading →

In Okinawa I drive a little Nissan that has I think a 1 liter engine – very respectable by Okinawan standards. In California I drive a Range Rover – it has a V8. As luck would have it the suspension deflates … Continue reading →

Two colleagues Shawna and Sam are about to leave. They have been fantastic and so we have party. It has been a truly beautiful day and as evening draws in the sea goes an incredible blue. We hang out on … Continue reading →

I have  a day in London. I buy a stock of Silvo. I get my glasses fixed, for I had sat on them, by a very helpful lady called Mel in the Boots Optician on Clapham Common. Thanks Mel. I … Continue reading →

My Mummy is very old and is now in an old folks home. She is very forgetful but well and likes to have a good time. My brother Ian, the 3 boys, Jeremy, James, Ben and I go to visit … Continue reading →

I have come from Okinawa to celebrate the marriage of Kathleen, my niece, to Jonathan, no relation. We foregather at the Registry Office  to mark the wedding. Very jolly if a little lacking in hymns.   Thence to Springbank, the … Continue reading →