Category Archives: Londonish life

Dear Kayla

Dear Kayla I’m using your real name in the vain and pointless hope that one day you will read this. I know you are about 10/11 years old in 2015, that you like pretty things, startlingly adult perfume, that you … Continue reading

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How to live with nine cats and not lose your mind …

People ask me what it is like to live with nine (Nine? NINE? NNNINE? Yeah, nine.) cats … here is a snapshot .. 1.  Forget about greeting any visitors normally. Because those people who wish to sell you things (cheap … Continue reading

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For Greg and all who loved him

Last weekend I lost a friend. He slipped through my hands just at the last moment, at the point where things were so bad for him, they simply had to get better. He had what I believed to be an … Continue reading

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Why wouldn’t you?

Today I signed a cheque. I sat down at work, took it out of the card that was sent to me, waited for a second, took a deep breath, looked at it, and signed it. In signing my name next … Continue reading

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Grumpy

I had spent a good four years trying to catch him.  I glimpsed him first up the road, playing with his friend, a big ginger cat who looked domesticated on first sight but who also resisted all temptations to come … Continue reading

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Compo

We called him Compo.  His real name was Peter but as we already had one of those in the shop, we needed to differentiate him from the other, who was rapidly falling out of favour with us.  We knew he … Continue reading

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Cats are weird … just like humans

Cats seem to live a whole secret life sometimes, apart from us, full of their own rituals and behaviours.  It is something I  have taken a long time to realise but they truly are not just eating and shitting machines … Continue reading

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