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You dirty rat!
Read more: You dirty rat!The house is in a mixed area of human striving. There are several biggish homes of which this is one and all the land between them is in-filled with shanty development. The house, itself, is built round a quadrangle. There is no glass in the windows, only mosquito netting which means we don’t use air… Know More
Obama in Ghana
Read more: Obama in GhanaIt is summer in England and winter in Ghana. Having just got back to Accra, my last social event being what turned out to be a swine-flu party, I find the skies grey and the daily temperature around 28 degrees centigrade. Now this might, for you who manage to be numerate with a weather eye… Know More
Wild Water Swimming
Read more: Wild Water SwimmingOccasionally these blogs devote themselves to environmental issues, though not in the usual polemic sense. Rather, they turn out to be ecological as a by product of reminiscence. Those blue remembered hills and meadows. It is only when a news headline catches the eye that I am forced to think (with a gulp) that, indeed,… Know More
Anyone for Tennis?
Read more: Anyone for Tennis?The Wimbledon men’s final lasted so long that I had time to take in vital games while doing a decent garden weeding, hovering in the attic, preparing food, and writing emails, and that was probably only half of it. It was like a painting that came alive whenever I looked at it. I’ve always liked… Know More
Walking on the Moon
Read more: Walking on the MoonSeeing the TV shots of thousands of fans collecting for their mourn-ins for Michael Jackson in different parts of the world was a reminder that in the Internet age people will gather for a rave or a funeral, equally voraciously, driven by mobile phones, blogs and social networking. Twittering hype transcends any real depth of… Know More
Missing the link – out of the loop
Read more: Missing the link – out of the loopVery occasionally, owing to the exigencies of fate, you can travel blissfully unaware of something that has been going on for years. I am not talking about a spouse’s affair or a tumour silently gorging itself on some part of your body, or the fact that an inter-stellar domino effect of galactic implosions will be… Know More
Of Kakis and Coconuts
Read more: Of Kakis and CoconutsI’m in France again under a sky like half a starling’s egg. The garden has survived the winter (it rained and there is still snow on Mount Canigou to feed the rivers). I had a bad dream that the kaki tree would have died but it is there, glossy leaved and sprightly. If you haven’t… Know More
A Cloud over Cuckoo Land
Read more: A Cloud over Cuckoo LandI am leaving Ghana tomorrow for the UK and then France. France is where my house is. It is smallish and on the lap of Mount Canigou in the Pyrenees, with a thirty-mile vista one way and a vertical rock face a little behind. I have seen eagles slide over it, wild boar tramping across… Know More
The corrupt world of moats, ducks and toilet seats
Read more: The corrupt world of moats, ducks and toilet seatsFrom a Ghanaian perspective, the behaviour of UK MPs regarding their expenses seems small beer. Here, the papers are reporting how the current left of centre government is trying to eradicate a pervasive bribe culture. The most paradoxical story I read on this subject was when a Ghanaian businessman took two men to court who… Know More
Members of Parliament
Read more: Members of ParliamentTo most of us MPs seem to be missing links in the historical chain that connects us with primitive humans. They roar a great deal as they hunt for votes but once in parliament their calls are different. A lot more restrained, a lot more equivocal as they move into the self-enclosed world of law… Know More