An English Christmas in Anatolia
What survives when tradition has to be improvised Christmas approaches, as it does around this time of year. Between the
Read moreOutsider art original paintings, literature and merchandise
What survives when tradition has to be improvised Christmas approaches, as it does around this time of year. Between the
Read moreGrowing up, getting into trouble, and learning from the fiercest teacher on the street: my cat Freddie. Missed Part I?
Read moreWhat can a pair of shoes say about the man who wore them? Around thirteen odd years ago, when my
Read moreIn 1975, I was born reluctantly into a house with three cats. One of them — Freddie — would become legendary. This is the story of my early years in Hastings: supermarket expeditions with a determined tortoiseshell cat, free school milk stolen by Margaret Thatcher, lisping my way through Blacklands Primary, and learning that pigeons were better company than most children.
The first part of My Life in Cats.